It’s kind of funny that I’m a big fan of bullet points considering it usually takes me eighteen words to say what Webster’s can define in four. Maybe my obsessive compulsive disorder (figurative) likes the perfectly round placement. Or maybe the little bullet points provide insta-structure for my rambling. Today, they can sum up my life in three little dots:
● On Monday, after months of post-op recovery due to a debilitating injury, I, in my best J-Lo voice, said Enough and signed up for a fall marathon with the not-so-secret-anymore goal of a BQ.
● On Wednesday, my husband/partner of 14 years, straight out of the Carolina blue sky, said he was leaving, moving out, separating … tomorrow.
● On Sunday, I completed my first well-paced long run and then un-hydrated some more as the flood gates opened. Again.