Just an update

For those of you who keep up on my blog (if anyone does) you may have noticed I have not written lately. Yes, I am still alive. I have been able to build back up to running a few miles although not very fast. I am really unsure about my running future. I just have not felt real motivated lately to run. I guess it's because I have too much weighing me down right now.

Often times I try to compare real life experiences to life in general. Parables I guess you could call it. I don't know but let me explain. Years ago when I was much younger and living in Colorado, a friend of mine and I would go hiking in the summer. We would hike 14K foot mountains which are a plenty in the Rocky Mountain State. Hiking a mountain that is over 14,000 ft is not an easy task. Often times the trail was long and once you reach tree-line the air becomes very thin and breathing is not as easy as I would like. We often had to deal with snow (in the summertime) and lighting. It was not easy but the views were often amazing and there is nothing quite like standing on the summit of a mountain and looking at nothing but other mountains all around.

I often thought life was a similar journey. Difficult and trying but filled with great views and feelings of triumph when standing on top of the mountain. There was more than just reaching the top of the mountain in our hikes. Reaching the top only meant we were half way there. We also had to come back down the mountain. Coming down the mountain was usually a quicker trip, the air became more breatheable and the views again were nice. However, coming down was not easy. When we got back down it was back to the car, a drive home and back to the grind of daily life.

Perhaps that is where the real parallel lies. After every high point comes the journey back down. Back to reality, back to the grind and the daily struggle. Perhaps all we really have in this life is a few moments to stand on the peak, look over the valleys, and then head back down into it.

The question becomes then is the climb really worth it? Is all the pain and struggle worth a few moments of total peace and happiness. Maybe knowing what it feels like to be so high makes being so low worse. Perhaps it would be better to just sit on the sideline of life.

I hope my ramblings here haven't depressed anyone. It's just been a bad couple of weeks, for many reasons. I want to gear up and climb another mountain (so to speak) but I don't really know how many more steps I can take.