Today? Today has been one of those days. Firedrill after firedrill, phone ringing off the hook. Barely even had time to eat. I wanted to write this post though, so I actually blocked out time to do it.
Sunday was my first Father's Day without my dad. I haven't talked much about the loss of my dad last fall on here - hell, I've barely talked about it anywhere or with anyone. That's how I like it though, a private thing that I'm dealing with.
I knew I would be super fidgety and ancy and, well, bitchy on Sunday if I just sat around. I knew I had to visit my mom & stepdad around dinner, and would be spending the afternoon with Mike's family, so I decided to take off on a long bike ride Sunday morning. Me, the bike, my tunes, and hopefully my dad.
Around 8:30 I finally got out the door of my inlaw's house and hit up the Foothills Trail - you know, the one Mel & Zoe always burn up with their fast feet. The trail was relatively empty, and traffic was light. Perfect. This was what I needed.
I won't go into the ways I know my dad was with me on Sunday, but he was there. I felt it. I felt myself flying down the downhills and cranking up the uphills, knowing he was there. I saw a baby deer, who 'gazelled' out of the path the way JJ does when he's excited. I saw little bunnies and a racoon and some GORGEOUS views of the river & mountain. (I tried to take pics, but my cell phone camera was all fogged up from my bodyheat. YAY exercise!)
I made it back to the house in 90 mins, having covered 20 miles. The rest of the family was just getting up, but I was done with my exercise for the day, had cleared my head, and was ready for a tough day.
It's been a long 8 months. But knowing that I have an outlet ... well, that helps. I'll be running in the morning on his birthday. That I am sure of.