It has been some time...

I highly doubt that anyone reads this anymore, but I felt like writing.

In a few weeks my good friend Tim is moving into his new house, built just a few miles north of here. He and his wife have been good friends to me. Tim is big on weight lifting and so, though our physical activities vary from aerobic to anaerobic, we get along rather well. His wife, Shannon, has few female friends in the area, so she hangs out with me. This is partially because Tim knows I am a trustworthy guy, and won't hit on his wife, as many other guys do.
Anyway, they will have a spare room in their new place, and offered it to me (I will pay rent obviously, but nothing outrageous.) Their 2 year old daughter knows me (as CRAZY Uncle Mike) and it all seems like a promising situation.
I especially look forward to it, because it allows me the opportunity to come and go as I please, to do what I want when I want, and to generally be free. I think my training, both in running and cycling, will benefit from this freedom.

Last week, Shannon finally did what she said she would do a month or so ago.
She said Mike, I'm gonna hook you up with one of my friends...(THANK GOD)
well it finally happened. Her friend Alexis, 18, blonde, beautiful was visiting. Shannon and her friend Lindsay talked me up a lot...and....nothing.
Well Shannon invited some guy friends, and they invited some more guy friends. And Tim decided that 1) his daughter was sick and 2) lots of random dudes showed up randomly and thought they could just stay the night. So, he kicked them out, and I back his decision 100%. But this also meant Alexis left. Now, my luck with women lately has been absolute shit. I got 2 numbers in Alpena, MI, neither of which went anywhere. So I knew that something would happen. Everything could be going smoothly, and a mack truck would careen off the road and kill her and ruin my chances. So I was almost not surprised or disappointed when she left. But at the same time, I was. It all made me feel like shit. I'm 26. she's 18. I don't think I can hack it anymore. I should just quit, or become a completely different person.
So my mood has been somewhat depressing lately, but also nostaligic. It's raining a lot, and somehow it reminds me of New England in the fall. Not the rain so much as the atmospheric pressure and temperature.

So how does any of this fit into the theme of running for which this blog was created?
Well, I have been running 3 days a week. A moderate goal I have set for myself but as yet been unable to attain. I think it is more 'honest' running, as it is usually after a long day of work. I could more easily lie around and watch movies or read a book, eat chow and go to bed. But instead I run a modest 5 miles or more. Slowly, but miles nonetheless.
I wish I knew who I was. I knew, several years ago.

"You remind me of the times when I knew who I was..."