I’m in a funk. Plain and simple.
It was this lengthy blog post where I overthought everything and went on and on about stuff that you don’t care about. I don’t really care about.
Cuz I’m in a funk.
July 30, 2020. It happened for the first time on 7/30/20. 11 times since. Ask me. I’ll show you. SVT. Flutter. Afib. Call it whatever you will. It all sucks.
A lot’s happened in a few years.
- Ran my first (and only) marathon.
- RV rental from hell.
- Bought our own RV – even after RV rental from hell.
- Replaced 3 catalytic converters – 2 of them stolen. Don’t ask.
- Father passed away.
- Oh yeah, not the flu, but that other thing. Missing a year in there somewhere.
Energy is lower. Motivation is lower. Morale is lower. Funk.
I have a cardiac ablation this week. Friday – of all days. Puzzle complete. Connect the dots yet?
I hope I never have to give up cycling. That’ll be funk on steroids.