Run Eat Tri Yogi

"Depression hit me hard today," I thought to myself as I was heading off to bed. It was a reminder that what I'm feeling and thinking aren't "normal". I'm extra sensitive to people's expressions, words and my own negative thoughts during days like these. Imagine a flatline on the heart monitor and then a jolt of energy showing up. Except that jolt is the complete opposite of energy. It completely saps me of mine and I feel like I'm in a tar pit, trying to make my way out. I made a mental note to just let it all pass - sometimes it only lasts a day and hoped the next day would be lighter. Day 2... I wake up even more tired and immediately feel anxious. But I don't know why. I make my way to the bathroom and feel this cloud of dread over me. I just want to cradle my head in my hands and cry in the dark bathroom. I try to get a handle on this situation before it gets worse. What is it about today? What happened last night that may have spill

This is not exactly a motivational post. Or even close. But it's an honest "this race sucked major butt" post. We've all had them so pull up a chair with your drink of choice and commiserate with me. The runners, volunteers and police officers at this race are friendly and supportive. The energy from the volunteers are incredible - and I've run it through a freak blizzard and sub-zero temps. They are simply the best. It's a well-organized race and I appreciate all the work that goes into making this a great event. No complaints there. The course is a mostly paved trail, and it's an out-and-back, which would deter me from running it in the first place, but I've run it the past two years and have placed 3rd in my division each time so I wanted to see if I could go for a 3rd podium finish. On Friday, I finished work and was packed and ready to go by early afternoon (even getting my family's dinner started in the crockpot with a note!), and