I have been completely overwhelmed in the past few days --- actually, I write that and think it has actually been much longer than that. I'm completely overwhelmed ... period.
Work has been insane. I've had a ton of great stories. I'm staying on the front page and keeping myself really busy digging into all kinds of corruption and bad deeds. Had a heartbreaking story last week about a man charged with killing his 7-week old son ... and found he'd already been to prison for killing his 5-week old son about 18 years ago. Awful.
Continue to chase down fire chiefs and public housing property managers. And I'm finally getting pulled off all daily responsibilities in order to work on a story I've wanted to tell for a long time. I'm super excited about it but completely overwhelmed about the amount of work and the insane deadlines they've given me on it.
I kept up with all my runs this past week ... logging a total of 7 so far this week. We're supposed to do four in the morning, but the forecast is calling for snow so I don't know how that will turn out. If not tomorrow, maybe I can get in a run on Sunday. We'll just have to see what Mother Nature decides. Right now she's not doing the runners of TEAM in Training any favors.
Speaking of running, I totally got inspired and registered myself for the Chicago marathon -- to be run on 10/10/10 in one of my favorite cities -- thus the title of the blog. It gives me an excuse to visit all my girls there ... which I hope to do in March as well as I take the little sis on some college visits. If I think about that too long I feel really old thinking about my baby sister being old enough to start thinking about college. Yikes. Moving on.
Dad went home this week so that is great news. Haven't had much communication with him, but I'm told he's doing better.
My heart still aches but the pain is getting a little less with each passing week. I feel a lot better about prospects and feel more positive more often. I'm pretty sure there is someone out there who will figure out that I'm quite a catch. It still stings to feel rejected by someone you spent so much of your time loving. I still pray every day for him that he will find happiness for himself. I wish I could have been a part of that, but he didn't want me too. And that really has very little to do with me.
In the meantime, I'm not letting any grass grow under my feet. There are so many positive things coming up for me. And I'm just trying to figure out how to manage them all. I've been sewing, working on some quilting projects. I'm running. I'm fundraising. I'm going to dinner with friends. I'm bowling (though still not well.) And I'm learning how to let myself settle down and be alone too. That's the most important one.
Sorry, just had a little wave of sadness spread over me there for a bit. But I'm mostly feeling good and staying positive ... I can feel how much I've grown over the past several weeks. It's a good thing. But change is hard.
Remember ... San Diego in June or Chicago in October. Plenty of chances to come cheer me on ... or just keep the cheerleading coming in between too.
