Friday, January 25, 2013

The end.

<p>&lt;p&gt;I started this blog when i started running. &lt;br&gt;<br>
It became my most loyal friend through injury and boredom, the blunt thud of loneliness and the colourful muddle of finding my feet again. &lt;br&gt;<br>
It witnessed my resolve as I ran away from the grief of losing my mother in law and consequently, my husband. I lost them. I ran. I lost myself and i ran even more. &lt;br&gt;<br>
Then i started writing. I wrote about the devastation i felt as a result of someone i love taking their own life. Of the guilt. The all encompassing horror. Then the sucker punch of watching the man i loved simply dissapear. <br>
I wrote about love letters, paper cranes, aeroplanes and traction (and tractors!) I wrote until i'd uncovered the next chapter, an alternative storyline, a new happily ever after. </p>
<p>And last night, I ran 5km in under 30 minutes. My original goal from all those years ago. Finally. 30 minutes, 3 years, half way around the world and back again and finally a finish line.</p>
<p>And so my dear blog, thank you for joining me on this journey so far. It's time to say goodbye to you though as I live the life you so kindly led me to. </p>
<p>To everyone who follows this blog: margy, Maria, neets, li'l soph, Amy, bee, mum, sometimes even dad, manda, fellow bloggers and joggers, you can still stay up to date at my new blog:
www.theyearoflosingit.blogspot.com

Farewell fair friend. Farewell.

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