It’s been a while since my last post when I wrote about how I was in a running slump back in January.
Thankfully, I snapped out of it enough to run the LA Marathon in February and the OC Half Marathon a couple of weeks ago. One of these days I’ll get around to writing those race recaps.
Now, the slump I’m in is more than just a running slump… it feels like a life slump.
In social media, things look like everything’s going great.
But it’s not.
I don’t feel like I’m doing anything right.
I’m feeling like a crappy husband, a crappy father, a crappy friend…
I haven’t been working out or running. I’ve become more of a junk food vegan and I’ve been eating out a lot.
I’m going through the motions at work and I’m counting the days until the summer vacation.
My house is a mess. My garage is a disaster. My laundry is undone… and when it does get done I don’t put it away. It ends up on a pile on my bed that later ends up on the floor.
After feeling like I was doing better with my autoimmune disease, I’m starting to get more frequent allergic reactions again.
I am worn. I am damaged goods.
I know I’m not alone… but I feel like I am.
I have a difficult time articulating how I feel verbally… when I try to pray or think that I can talk to someone.
I guess this is how I vent. This is my outlet.
I’m just keeping it real.
