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My summer so far:
106 miles.
30,000 words.
By the end of August I'm hoping to be up to 10 miles a day. I'm not horribly worried about not 'reaching Rivendell' by the end of the summer. To be honest, it's an issue of pride, and it's a little bit an issue of viciousness. When I was a kid, my mom used to wait until we'd all had a really good time on a family vacation. We'd hike out to a lake or a river, and she would start talking about how everyone needed to lose weight this year and this is how we were all going to do it. And the rest of the vacation always sucked.
Mom walks home from work every day, but that's only a quarter-mile. I want to show her up. I want to be the one who's in shape, the one whose jeans are too loose (already true). The most important thing is that I feel good about myself and I feel healthy and all that. But goddammit, I want her to feel for five minutes how she's made me feel for twenty years.
Now I'm out of class at half-past noon four days a week. It's kind of perfect, actually. I have the time to walk as much as I like (after a while it DOES get boring) and then I'm home for the evenings.
I told Heather my idea about the Tikkun tree. I told her the long, babbly version of the story, the one where I'm too nervous about myself to come clean, but Heather was just as enthusiastic about it as I am. We talked about how "clumsy people like me" (Heather says) can make leaves, how bark patches can be the basic stitches while leaves can be simple to lace and cable. Heather wants to involve Sasha and his new Pro-Peace Israel group, which I think will be great; she says she's too busy through the holidays, but I volunteered to start prep this summer. As soon as we officially decide we're doing this, I'll call Beverley's, Michael's and Joann's (notice a theme in craft store names?) about donations. It's easier to have a wool donation in summer, when no one wants to buy it. And then it's leaves! Leaves, leaves, leaves! This is going to be a lot of fun, and I really hope it happens. I'm excited about this. It'll be a long-term project, summer through tu v'shabbat (not sure how to transliterate that).
106 miles.
30,000 words.
By the end of August I'm hoping to be up to 10 miles a day. I'm not horribly worried about not 'reaching Rivendell' by the end of the summer. To be honest, it's an issue of pride, and it's a little bit an issue of viciousness. When I was a kid, my mom used to wait until we'd all had a really good time on a family vacation. We'd hike out to a lake or a river, and she would start talking about how everyone needed to lose weight this year and this is how we were all going to do it. And the rest of the vacation always sucked.
Mom walks home from work every day, but that's only a quarter-mile. I want to show her up. I want to be the one who's in shape, the one whose jeans are too loose (already true). The most important thing is that I feel good about myself and I feel healthy and all that. But goddammit, I want her to feel for five minutes how she's made me feel for twenty years.
Now I'm out of class at half-past noon four days a week. It's kind of perfect, actually. I have the time to walk as much as I like (after a while it DOES get boring) and then I'm home for the evenings.
I told Heather my idea about the Tikkun tree. I told her the long, babbly version of the story, the one where I'm too nervous about myself to come clean, but Heather was just as enthusiastic about it as I am. We talked about how "clumsy people like me" (Heather says) can make leaves, how bark patches can be the basic stitches while leaves can be simple to lace and cable. Heather wants to involve Sasha and his new Pro-Peace Israel group, which I think will be great; she says she's too busy through the holidays, but I volunteered to start prep this summer. As soon as we officially decide we're doing this, I'll call Beverley's, Michael's and Joann's (notice a theme in craft store names?) about donations. It's easier to have a wool donation in summer, when no one wants to buy it. And then it's leaves! Leaves, leaves, leaves! This is going to be a lot of fun, and I really hope it happens. I'm excited about this. It'll be a long-term project, summer through tu v'shabbat (not sure how to transliterate that).