Feels like I have not run in a long time. It has been since Sunday, and that is too long. Much to do, no time for myself. Yesterday we had something like a Spring day in the morning, my drive to work left me irritable, because I knew it wouldn’t last.
Hate this part, waiting for the better weather. Not today, not tomorrow. Tuesday should be in the sixties. You read this? Living for the future … but not in the good way.
Temperature: 34°
Distance: 4 miles
Weight: 173.5 lbs.
Shabbos. Time to accomplish something. Filling a notebook with words, in my terrible, terrible handwriting. With pages I can go back and forth in time, taking brief glimpses of rubbish constructed in half-sleep, and entire sheets of dialogue which doesn’t suit but can be edited.
What did we lose by abandoning the typewriter? Composing everything, errors and all, then thoughtfully correcting with red pen, for a final rewrite. Two sheets of paper. Today, I print the margins wrong and print it again to find I spelled the recipient’s name wrong. That’s three sheets of paper and I’m not through yet.
I’m not speaking in the abstract, that happened yesterday.
1990 Playlist
New Power Generation - Prince
Vogue - Madonna
Mama Said Knock You Out - LL Cool J
World In My Eyes [Mode To Joy] - Depeche Mode
Tokoloshe Man - Happy Mondays
Now I’m Following You (Part 2) - Madonna
Groove Is In The Heart - Deee-Lite
Poison - Bell Biv DeVoe
Never trust a big butt and a smile. Word.
Had a cramp for the first time in I can't remember how long. Flared up in my back, inside my left shoulder blade. Just keep running, that's all you can do. Hurt at the time, can't feel it at all now.
Girl Run
Temperature: 36°
Distance: .85 mile
Made a to-do list for such a day, things to do with kids or on my own which are both helpful (for example, chores) or just for fun. Board games, mopping floors, reading, organizing the attic. Also on that list was “go running with girl”.
We keep pace together, she is running very well. Her breathing very good. She has been diagnosed with asthma, but it doesn’t flare up often and she rarely uses her inhaler.
We took a quick lap of the block, so much more easily than last time when the sidewalks were chock-a-block with mounds of ice and puddles. If the weather were nicer I would have encouraged her to take another lap.
2 comments:
I envy your running with your daughter. My daughter refuses to run at all. She told me, "Mom, you're going to have to accept the fact that I won't run. That is all." sigh.
Yes, this is a dream for me. I would never have pushed her into this, but she asked me.
You want to know more about my relationship with my own father, and running, and my daughter, read the play:
http://www.indietheaternow.com/Play/and-then-you-die-how-i-ran-a-marathon-in-262-years
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