And when I say a lot, I mean immeasurably.
I now live alone - well, with two dogs, one full time, one part time. My lovely wife and I have separated, which I really do believe is for the best. I just could not contemplate going on the way we were and ending up hating each other. I want us to love each other as friends again some time in the future, when we're both more healed.
Still, it fucking sucks ass.
Still running, still getting people started running, still organising our race, still doing all kinds of stuff. Including a marathon three-week drunk, actually, which was trying, to say the least. But I made it, I'm here, and we move forward, albeit very very slowly.
Just wanted to say, you know. I'm still here. Or to quote Albert Camus,
"In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer."