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I've been over the cold for awhile, now. I've been under a pile of paperwork. Tax preparation to be exact, along with copies of JOB and padded envelopes and letters I'm writing.
It's a daily struggle me and the paper.
It's been a good week, I ran three times, did the workshop with Kat, showed the dogumentary to a very appreciate crowd, and I'd sent off many copies of jumping, followed up on leads, even talked to a distribution company who loves the film.
Today, I needed somethign different. So, today, Sunday, I took my boyfriend up on his idea for a trail run. It's something I'd been wanting to do. Running on the paved road, the well trod track is fine, it's nice and smooth and predictable. I had been hankering for trail work, dodging rocks and little hills. I wanted the challenge of a new path.
We set off in the afternon, after sleeping in, drinking coffee, reading the paper, talking to the neighbors, Sunday things.
We ran 2 miles out, dodging big rocks and big dogs, bikers and hikers and sliding through the little gates that mark trails on the green belt. It was fun, I'm sure my face was red, and I know I was smiling. On the way back, I felt even better than on the way out. Steve walked after three miles, he's on a training schedule and he doesn't like to deviate. I kept on running. Right back down the path, noticing the same rocks, the same stretches of sunny spots followed by shady, winding lusher parts. I got back to the roughest spot, a spot that required a little more managing, a little more technical trail mastery, or as I like to call it, really rough terrain.
I maneuvered up the rocks and around them and back down, just fine, and on the other side, got a little feeling of worry, then I prepared myself for what I knew was inevitable. I went down, slid across a rock and landed almost on my head. I got back up. Just a few scratches and bruises. I ran on, blood trickling from my elbow and my right knee. I passed people who looked a little worried, but so be it, no time to explain. I ran on and I felt light of foot again, like that kid who used to try to keep up with her brother most of my childhood. I slid a few more times, I didn't fall.
I have fallen three times now during runs. Always I've known it was going to happen just before it happened. (Only one time did I have to be driven home.) As I'm falling I always wonder who's watching me and what they are thinking. I like to think they think I'm tough and cool, but it really doesn't matter. I'm sure I'll fall again. I do that. I think it's because I'm slightly lopsided and irregular, which really just makes me cooler.
Light of foot, until I fall, then up and off again.
I may make this an every weekend thing.
file under: running
It's a daily struggle me and the paper.
It's been a good week, I ran three times, did the workshop with Kat, showed the dogumentary to a very appreciate crowd, and I'd sent off many copies of jumping, followed up on leads, even talked to a distribution company who loves the film.
Today, I needed somethign different. So, today, Sunday, I took my boyfriend up on his idea for a trail run. It's something I'd been wanting to do. Running on the paved road, the well trod track is fine, it's nice and smooth and predictable. I had been hankering for trail work, dodging rocks and little hills. I wanted the challenge of a new path.
We set off in the afternon, after sleeping in, drinking coffee, reading the paper, talking to the neighbors, Sunday things.
We ran 2 miles out, dodging big rocks and big dogs, bikers and hikers and sliding through the little gates that mark trails on the green belt. It was fun, I'm sure my face was red, and I know I was smiling. On the way back, I felt even better than on the way out. Steve walked after three miles, he's on a training schedule and he doesn't like to deviate. I kept on running. Right back down the path, noticing the same rocks, the same stretches of sunny spots followed by shady, winding lusher parts. I got back to the roughest spot, a spot that required a little more managing, a little more technical trail mastery, or as I like to call it, really rough terrain.
I maneuvered up the rocks and around them and back down, just fine, and on the other side, got a little feeling of worry, then I prepared myself for what I knew was inevitable. I went down, slid across a rock and landed almost on my head. I got back up. Just a few scratches and bruises. I ran on, blood trickling from my elbow and my right knee. I passed people who looked a little worried, but so be it, no time to explain. I ran on and I felt light of foot again, like that kid who used to try to keep up with her brother most of my childhood. I slid a few more times, I didn't fall.
I have fallen three times now during runs. Always I've known it was going to happen just before it happened. (Only one time did I have to be driven home.) As I'm falling I always wonder who's watching me and what they are thinking. I like to think they think I'm tough and cool, but it really doesn't matter. I'm sure I'll fall again. I do that. I think it's because I'm slightly lopsided and irregular, which really just makes me cooler.
Light of foot, until I fall, then up and off again.
I may make this an every weekend thing.
file under: running
Labels: running
2 Comments:
hmmm. such is life.
you are so hardcore!
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