Transition.

I could list off ten things in a single exhalation as to why I haven't been blogging but those reasons are long winded and very personal, lets just say being on here was pretty far from my mind. I have been blessed that both Tim and JP have flown the RFP flag in pretty spectacular fashion these past few months and I'll never forget that. I have just been busy with a lot of life changes and the transition period through a divorce and moving homes is just beyond stressful (you know when you're moving and someone says "It's as stressful as divorce they say" Well, I say 'they' are wrong. Doing both within six weeks of each other doesn't help much either. But there is new light on my horizon and it comes in many forms, writing has taken on a much more disciplined and methodical approach recently as I've started my book as well as some freelance pieces that are thoroughly exciting prospects. Life changes and you adapt or you wither. It's evolution baby and the only way is forward. I am currently delving into many things related to my past and it's a trip and a half. Sad, revealing, funny, haunting and tragic--it's always been a goal to get it down on paper but I was never strong enough or ready until last week. When you know, you just know. My running has recommenced with three little outings in the past six days for a grand total of thirty five kilometres for the week, I have no goals other than the pure enjoyment of it. It's what brought me the distance through battling the booze and understanding Autism. It's my constant friend and after four months of limping inactivity I love it as much as ever. More details to come soon but I couldn't resist plugging back in as I sit here in the French countryside looking out at the rain. Happy trails friends and see you round the bend.

The next generation of trail heads, so proud of them.