So, here we are, dear readers. Thirty-one days later. To sum up: I wrote a post a day in May. I almost forgot to write something for the 30th. The slacker self would've probably balked if the anal-retentive self hadn't written two or three posts at a time to stay ahead of the game.
Now comes the big question: Shall I continue writing and posting daily? Here's my roundabout answer.
Once upon a time I used to jog regularly and got to the point where I entered fun runs for the t-shirts. The longest run I did was the crazy Bay to Breakers. I ran, well jogged, all 8+ miles. It took me about 50 minutes, I'll have you know. Pretty good for a fat chick. When I crossed the finish line, I was exhilarated and numb. I just had enough energy to walk another mile to find a bus and climb up my stairs to crash for the rest of the day.
That is how I feel about the end of the daily posting. Maybe in a day or two, some space will free up in my brain and I can truly enjoy this blogathon accomplishment, think about what I got from it, and, most importantly, where do I go from here.
A big shout out to Michelle Rafter of WordCount for hosting the 2010 blogathon. Thank you, Michelle!!!! You're one-of-a-kind.