Carrying on

My father has been dead for a week and I still haven’t had a good cry over it.  I think my emotions are stuck inside me and are waiting to come out at some unsuspecting time.  I did get choked up this morning when I saw a family portrait of him when he was a baby, but that is as far as I’ve gotten.  I think it will be something small that finally gets to me.

Dad and me at Ironman Lake Placid Finish line

Anyway, last week was a light week as far as running goes.  I had family obligations for most of the week and truthfully I didn’t feel much like running.  My heart just wasn’t into it.  That better change by the time next Sunday rolls around because the plan is to run the Manhattan Half Marathon which will be sandwiched by a 13 mile run to the start and a 13 mile run home.  It will be the first of my long training runs for the Vermont 100 miler.

One of the things I must do before this summer arrives is to lose some weight.  I seem to be packing on the pounds.  I can’t help myself but eat and drink.  I do not like the way I am looking or feeling, but I suspect I am reaching a tipping point soon where I will get back on my diet and training program.  It’s either that or I will be forced to buy a new wardrobe as all of my clothes are starting to fit tight on me.

Snowman!!!