So here 'we' are ...

Despite my many commitments to make more frequent visits I still seem to have difficulty in getting here when I need to. Oh well, at this time at least I have an excuse.

I didn’t start the blog to be solely a diary of my training and events. It was supposed to be an account of everything that goes on in my life. So here it is.

After months, no, years of struggling to make it work, my wife, Stacey, and I have separated. We’ve tried as much as we could over at least the last five years to make it work but things came to a head in February and sort of took their own path last month.

It’s been very difficult in all aspects of my life. Emotionally, materially and even just getting through a day at work ... all have been difficult. There are many details far too complicated and personal to include here but I’ll leave it at difficult. There have been friends lost and gained (nearly as painful as love lost) and material items gone by the wayside. Most importantly, our son, Rhys, seems to be the most comfortable with what’s going on and really seems more settled now we’ve done something about it. That tells its own story for me.

Things are settling but still a lot of stuff that will still need to be waded through, but there’s light at the end of the tunnel ... let’s hope it’s not just a train coming toward me!!

Looking ahead, I will stay here in what I consider both my and my son's home. Things are comfortable here and I've always felt settled, as does Rhys seem to be. I'm in the middle of my Cert IV, fitness and coaching which will hopefully seem me on my way back to University actively pursue something that interests me as opposed to simply paying the mortgage and will also make a less irritable and happier person to be around.

I’m pacing the Brisbane Marathon on Sunday for the four hour group, hopefully making the difference for many people by helping them in some way to break through that barrier. Next week sees the Bridge to Brisbane where I should be able to post a good time followed by a leading a group training run around the eastern section of the Glasshouse Mountains 100 mile course the same evening (in the dark), which will allow myself and a few others to reacquaint or familiarise themselves with the course and the conditions they’ll meet two weeks later during the event.

Finally, and I’ll credit this to a good friend of mine whether it originated with him or not (I first heard if from him):

Everybody dies ... not everybody lives – Glen Hendry

Time to get on with it I think.