Just wanted to post a quick update….and more so mental-word-vomit to clear some space in my mind. Amidst all of the fancy product reviews and epic race reports, when the super mom cape and sneakers come off, there is real life. Real, dirty, not always fabulous life. And sometimes, I just need to write about it.
To say this past week of my life was “busy” would be an understatement. More like it was a “blur” of awesomeness, heartache, opportunity, and exhaustion, that in the end is nothing but good, just simply overwhelming good. .
But let’s start with the fabulous: Tuesday I flew from Boston to Atlanta, and Atlanta to San Diego. As a guest of the awesome Merrell , I was flown out to film some promotional stuff (which I can NOT wait to see!) . It was something I had only dreamt of doing, and it absolutely exceeded my expectations. A chance to share something I love, something I am so passionate about, with thousands, heck, millions of people. The WORLD. Unreal. Wednesday was 12 hours of filming on beautiful Southern California trails. Trail running and training. I was in heaven. Everyone on set was so patient, and so incredibly nice. I can’t say thank you enough to Merrell for their hospitality and the amazing opportunity!
And I can’t wait to show you all what we did.
|This has nothing to do with this blog post, other than it is seriously the *only* picture I took in California. It was that hectic (in a good way!)|
The blessings and opportunities that have come from this blog never cease to amaze me. Even if it all ended tomorrow, I would forever be grateful (though I really hope this is just the beginning of bigger things to come!). Sometimes it still all seems like a dream…
Thursday was right back on the plane. San Diego to Minneapolis, Minneapolis to Boston, Boston to New Hampshire. Slept a few hours, then packed the kids and drove to Fredricksburg VA. Dropped them off with their dad for their first real (and long) visit. Am I an emotional wreck? You betchya. Am I happy to know that my boys were SO excited to be with their father, and he seemed equally as excited to be with them? Totally. Things are far from perfect as far as the joint parenting situation goes, but at the end of the day, it makes me happy to know there is still plenty of love between the three of them. After all, that’s all that *really* matters in the end, right?
Meanwhile, I face 3 weeks alone. I’ll admit, I had been looking forward to the break, but not 2 hours after I dropped them off, I found myself ridiculously emotional about the whole thing, and not simply because I will miss the kids. Having myself grown up in a family with two parents who have been married since dinosaurs roamed the earth (just kidding mom!) and grandparents married since the beginning of time, this whole “split family” thing is so surreal and uncharted territory for me. Part of me mourns the fact that *my* kids won’t have the opportunity to grow up seeing both of their parents everyday. I realize that these days, blended families and divorced parents are the norm, but I can’t force the idea that this isn’t how it’s supposed to be out of my mind. Clearly, I never in a million years imagined that would be a possibility in my life. I can’t help but feel like I have failed my children in this aspect. But then the other part of me knows that both of their parents are much happier now. Healthier now. And besides, now there is the opportunity for them to have even MORE people in their lives that love them. A blessing in disguise.
So in a combination effort to distract myself from missing my babies and take advantage of all of this free time on my hands, I dub the next three weeks “Heather/Spartan training camp.” No excuses, no distractions. And a chance to focus on me. Believe me, I’m an ever-changing work in progress. But with the big Spartan Ultra Beast looming, the timing is simply perfect. They say it takes 21 days to create a habit, so I plan to get in the habit of kicking some serious a$$.
Don’t worry, I’ll take pictures…