Nov
18
The first mile is always the hardest, it’s like my body isn’t quite sure what’s going on and my muscles are all a little too stiff and my pace feels janky and I feel stupidly self-concious and focused on tugging at my clothes since everything seems to be heading towards an unflattering, uncomfortable location.
Then at some point my core tightens and I sort of lift up and re-arrange myself. My shoulders pull back, my arms move smoothly, my legs feel strong and good. I find a rhythm and work within it. My breath made of steady deep breaths: I leave uniform plumes of cold-air smoke. Music is playing in my ears and I am thinking of nothing and everything. I am in a powerful current that’s moving through me and I am moving through it and the world is flashing by like some great colorful swirl and my heart is straining at my chest with pure joy.
And . . . then there’s a hill or a side cramp or a growing ache in my knees or ankles or I simply for whatever reason fall out of that wonderful pocket and once again become all too aware of my pounding feet, the distance I’ve still got to go, the fact that my stupid waistband won’t stay put and my ponytail’s coming undone.
I think everyone can agree running feels good when you’re done, but I never really believed that it could feel good while you’re doing it. Now I know: it can. Even if it’s only for a short while, between the awkward warmup and the tired ending. Man, I wish I could bottle it and pour you a glass.
Nov
16
Last Thursday I saw the Pixies on their Doolittle tour and it was absolutely amazing.
I don’t know what I enjoyed more, the fact that judging by the thinning hairlines and mom-purses in the audience I was surely not the only person who had last seen them in concert twenty years ago, or the group singalong to “Hey” which featured a hundreds-strong voice singing as one:
WHORES in my head
WHORES in my door
WHORES in my bed
JB took Riley to Coos Bay for the weekend while he was down there elk hunting, and I thought it was going to be really hard being on my own with Dylan. And you know what, it was fantastic. I don’t know if it was the one on one attention, or if he’s just finally (and probably temporarily) free of the viruses that have been plaguing our house this fall, but we had a great time together. I’m grateful for a happy weekend of really appreciating what an amazing little guy he is.
Oh! And on Friday I saw a coyote in front of my house. That was cool.
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