Yesterday, I walked to the flower shop at the Brown Palace and bought myself a rose to have on my desk this week. It is pretty and it smells good. Before I grew roses I never knew how much better I would like home grown roses…. but it is October after a hot dry summer and I have no roses growing.
Yesterday I went to work still full of excitement from the race. After an hour or so, I deflated like a dead balloon. The day was torture. I was in pain. I was so tired I could barely keep my eyes open. I hope today is better because I have two very high visibility meetings where I need to be sharp, and then I am speaking at a meeting tonight! Oh, how I wish I could just stay home and chill for a couple of hours!
Yesterday it occurred to me that I used to get something I called “post-race depression.” I think it was very transient, and I don’t believe I have had it for a few years, but I am a bit terrified. Right now I think I couldn’t live through one more day of depression. God, please help me!
Tomorrow I am working at home because I don’t want to drive in this city on October 3, the day of the presidential debate. Six miles of I-25 will be closed for five hours. I will just work right here and not get in my car at all. Some weather reports are also predicting snow on Wednesday night! How fun (if I am at home)!
Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, and before you were born I consecrated you — Jeremiah 1:4-5