Turn, Turn, Turn

It's been a very long time since I last blogged. Let's just say I've been in a bad mood for six months and leave it at that. And while I can't promise this post won't be just a lead-in to another extended hiatus, I at least thought I could de-hibernate enough to poke my head out of my cave for a few moments and update my readers. All seven of you.

Truthfully, I think I've hit a wall with blogging. Over the course of a few years, I've covered every slightly interesting or entertaining subject there could possibly be on the subject of running. I've discussed in gory detail bodily functions and fluids. I've talked numbers and stats down to the seconds and tenths. I've recounted harrowing stories and wild adventures. I've whined over what hurts; I've rejoiced over what doesn't. I've spewed then regurgitated onto the pages of my blog everything that seemed even remotely readable.

And now... well... I got nothin'.

If this is to be my last post, I want to thank those of you who have stuck with me. I don't have a sidebar filled with hundreds of followers. My comment sections aren't packed with folks clamoring to respond with their own two cents. But despite the fact I haven't done a single giveaway for a fabulous free piece of running gear, I've had some terrific readers who have become trusted friends. Thank you for that. To every thing there is a season (turn, turn, turn) and I'll remember my blogging season quite fondly.

In the event I actually buck up and pull my head out of wherever it's stuck in order to keep writing... I am still running! I spent another winter season kicking my own ass, leaving puddles of sweaty determination on the asphalt around my town and on the floor of my gym. I just ran a very strong half-marathon over the weekend and races are lining up for the rest of the year. I am, if I may be so bold to toot my own horn, in prime shape right now. I lost nearly ten pounds over the holidays and have subsequently watched my paces dip lower and lower. I may be staring 40 square in the face, but I've got a bright future ahead of me with many an adventure (and a PR) still to be had. Turn, turn, turn!

If you'll excuse me now, all this turning has made me nauseous.