So it’s been a while.
I have a couple brilliant excuses as to why I haven’t posted here since leaving the first world (no internet, moving, yadda yadda yadda, uh, NO INTERNET) but the biggest is that up until about a week ago, I was really miserable. And that? Is no fun to read about.
I’ve toyed with where I want to take this blog–did I even want to keep it?–during these crazy years to come, and I decided ultimately, that, yes, I’d like a written account of my life here. But it’s been hard to figure out where to start. Which details of my life I’ll divulge. How honest I’d be about the fact that while there are many many perks to this new life–it’s hard. And I’ve been struggling with it.
Since I intend to keep this a somewhat running/fitness-centric blog, I’ll start there: running here sucks. There is one place where I am allowed to run outside, and it’s on a horseshoe-shaped track type thing that’s less than 1 km. It’s pretty much always about 90 degrees here, and the humidity is bananas. [By the way, when I say ‘allowed’ I’m referring to the fairly stringent security we’re put under. I’ll go into details later. Or maybe I’ll do it in three sentences. We’ll see.] In addition, we’re strongly discouraged from being outside unnecessarily at dusk and dawn, as that’s when the anopheles (malaria-carrying) mosquitoes are out in full force. (There have been nine new cases in the last couple months, so it’s kind of a serious threat.) So all of my miles have been on a treadmill. Which means the best week I’ve managed to pull out since getting here was 30 miles.
I’m trying to treat my hatred of the treadmill like an injury…even though it’s clearly mental. On days when the thought of running in place makes me want to stab my own eye out, I hop around cardio machines for an hour or two, read a book and watch some tv on my iPod. I’m not ruling out putting in solid training while I’m here, but right now, it’s just not working. So I’m focusing on keeping my endurance up, doing more lifting and ab work, and telling myself that it might be a hot minute before I run another marathon–but even if that’s the case, I’m still a runner. (Right?)
In the interest of keeping this from becoming a days-long post, I’ll leave it at that for now, with the promise that I’m going to try really hard to post regularly. Even if what I have to say is hard. Even if I’m hating this place on that particular day. Even if I just saw you ran an insanely fast marathon and I’m so jealous you get to run outside I want to punch you. Because I refuse to wish the next few years of my life away.
But right now, I’m still adjusting.