Crazy, humbling times, to be sure. But the thing I can do - have always been able to do - is run. Run and run and run. And I love to run.
As I finish up a humbling few hours on any given day groveling at the feet of individuals (gracious as they may be) in my ever-increasing network, I need an escape. And I have been finding it, in the form of running - short & fast, long & steady, over hills or down by rivers, in the Urban Core or through vast expases of woods & prairies, my time of unemployment has seen me lace up the old sneakers and simply just go.
I've sort of finally figured it out - that, similar to many other cowboys, I simply have a worried mind. Or an active mind. And it doesn't want to settle down. But running is, and always has been, my meditation. Within the past week, I have run a nine mile route, pushing Rose in the stroller; and an 11 mile route, the day after running a race (see below). I've actually lost about 10 pounds, and I'm getting to be in some of the best running shape in which I've ever been (though I may never again quite hold a candle to '96).
On a side note: I did run a race over the weekend, utilizing official warm-up techniques for the first time in my life. Boy, what a difference it made. The race was finally painful at the end, but only at the end. This may just be a new lease on my 5k life. Hey, and I came in 28th out of 369 total runners - not bad! (admittedly, this was an all-comers race, and there were a lot of youth in it. But still...)
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congrats on the race
it is great that you have running, great for the mind and the body
I admire your decades-long relationship with running. I remember your story of running over parked cars back during the West High era.
Back in my "Young Brother of Kick-Ass" days.
egingenc: what you say right before you sneeze
Ha! Kick ass... bring back Tesla!
And "Village Ass"
Or was that during your time?
"Village Ass" I don't know about, or don't remember. I remember the Tesla Kick-Ass Butter Churn dance move, punctuated with a tape malfunction, that caused your bro to ask despondently "Where's my kick ass?"
"Village Ass:" Denny. Maybe after your time.
I also recall my brother's philosophical view on the bands HE liked, as opposed to "Wham!," specifically: "They don't fuck asses, they KICK 'em!"
exedly: how "excitedly" is said when you're too excited
Beautiful!
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