I'm in a bit of a funk. This whole thing with my foot, family stuff, work et al. It's just a lot of stress right now. I find myself really missing my dad lately and that's just been really hard. Some days I'm fine and some days I just want to crawl under the covers. When I went to see Dr. Shah, I was a new patient so I had to fill out forms about my family history and I had to put a check mark next to deceased for my dad. It was just so surreal. It's all so unfair, but such is life. Everyone loses their parents, but I really thought I had a long time left with him and regret many, many things. But so did he I'm sure. I am going home this weekend since I won't be doing the Pig. Every time I go home it's like pulling a scab off of a wound. I am able to forget about it up here, I am able to pretend like he's just a phone call away and my mother is not wandering around her house at all hours of night, crying herself to sleep. Well, I am probably writing way too much for a triathlon journal and getting a bit too personal. So, I'll stop. But the whole point is that I am in a funk. And when I am in a funk, I don't want to work out and unfortunately that just makes me feel worse. I have given myself permission to take it easy this week. I skipped my workout today, which I probably shouldn't, but I did. Tomorrow I will hit spinning, Thurs I will swim and Fri I will spin again and then head home where I'll probably not do much. When I get back on Monday, it's back to the grindstone and hopefully I'll be able to give running a shot. Although my foot really hurts and the pain is traveling up my calve. Fun times. So I am going to shake off this funk and be back to fun blogging next week.