Um, Where Was I?

Oh, yeah.

It was early October. I had just posted about not posting (while promising myself the posting drought would end).

I had been diligently doing PT exercises hoping to heal a bum hip in time for some great fall riding and running.

I had just posted a picture of our super-adorable new housemate.

But that post in early October didn't tell the half of it. I'd been feeling lousy since early September. The kind of lousy defined by profound fatigue no matter how much I slept. The kind marked by a cloying sensation deep in my skull that made me addled and confused. The kind that made every bone and muscle in my body weak and sore. The kind that docs threw hard core antibiotics at (because the symptoms screamed sinus infection) until I couldn't tell what made me feel worse, the lousy or the medicine.

The leaves lit up the landscape and fell to the ground while I was curled up on the couch waiting for the malaise to pass. So much for a fun off-season.

Well, after two months of misery, it turns out I am allergic to everything. Every tree known to man. Grass, mold, mildew. Dogs, dust, dander. The new (furry--argh!) housemate pictured in the last post. How I missed this until now is beyond me. Anyway, thanks to the correct application of modern medications, I am beginning to feel like a functioning human being again.    

Which is really terrific, because the kind of lousy I was feeling was making it impossible to imagine how I would function... at my new job!

Somehow during this same period of time a career opportunity came along that I am very excited about, a chance to combine two of my passions: making magazines and riding bikes. Starting in January, I will be leaving Women's Health to start a position as an executive editor at Bicycling magazine.

If I'm being honest, it's a little bittersweet. My five years at Women's Health have been some of the most rewarding of my professional life. I've learned a tremendous amount from the incredibly smart people I've had the good fortune to work with.

But I believe that growth comes out of change. And I'm looking forward to working with a new group of incredibly smart people. I'm a little nervous, too, though nothing some regular workouts can't cure.

And that's not the only reason to get my training on track. You might remember I signed up for a little event called Eagleman in June.

OK, body: Let's do this thing.