Vernal Resurrections

I started this as a place to blog, and then I stopped blogging almost immediately. My friend Taylor started up a running blog, and seeing someone else write is usually enough to break me out of my own rut and start writing. It was, after all, enough to get me to start running.

I'm halfway through week 4 of the Couch to 5k program, and in truth, it's deeply affecting my life. Having a reason to go outside alone has helped to push the clouds away, and keep me generally upbeat. It doesn't hurt that the jeans that had become too tight on me are now too loose, and I'm having to resort to using old jeans that long since stopped fitting.

It's been a strange month. Running, the abolition of dating, dietary changes too numerous to mention, and the fat-trimming of time spent socializing. No more soda, no more wasted nights drinking with people I don't really care about unless I'm drinking. I have weak moments, to be sure, but I just cram a slice of whole-grain bread in my maw, and that seems to settle me down.

As is always the case in the Pacific Northwest, springtime arrives with a monochromatic canvas of grays and browns. Mudslick puddles, rain, wind - it's a veritable cornucopia of seasonal depression, softly paving the way for days of sun and woodsmoke, s'mores and stories told in hushed reverence at the hallowed cathedrals of our great forests. For the first time in many, many years, I am filled with optimism and hope for a summer well spent.

My body will change, though it will take months, and maybe even a year or more. My energy is coming back, and my interests are expanding. My friends are falling by the wayside, save for the ones who bring out the best in me. It took me 30 years to get there, but I think that things may finally be looking a little sunny.

If the sun appears to set, I will run after it, until I catch it.