I'm starting to get that itch to do something extraordinary. Like run another marathon or become a fitness model (just kidding). But I'm about to ship off to Asheville, NC for a winter season of fire on the Asheville Hotshots, which means no marathon for me, no Century bike ride and no body building. Just hiking and running and lifting weights....which isn't really all that inspiring. If I had a meaningful goal I'd be doing much better. But there's no marathon in my future because you just don't do crazy stuff like that during fire season and I've got two fire seasons coming up: back to back.
I do miss the life I had in San Diego, before I got sucked into full time fire where I had pools to swim in, oceans to surf in, time and weather for long runs and a plethora of 24 hour gyms at my disposal. I miss the sunny days of looking out the window, excited to get out and run or ride my bike. Now I look out the window with coffee and cookie in hand and stare at the snow and ice on the road and listen to the little voice that says softly but firmly "No way".
After having a ton of potatoes and Guinness in Ireland, I would like to be able to see my abdominal muscles again but that might take a few weeks. Funny how it takes twice as long to lose what you put on. I'm scheduled to run today, and I thought with it being so warm (32 degrees as opposed to the 12 it's been) I would run a 5 or 6 miler instead of a 3. Looking at how gray and cold it is outside, I'm thinking 3 would be miraculous.
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