But the World Can Feel the Changes of a Butterfly's Wing
The day I received word that I'd made it into the MCM, my husband said: "Shit! You're in the soup now!"
And he was correct. I've been deep, deep, in the soup since early June. I've been plowing through the soup before sunrise, every Saturday, and into the evenings during the week. I can't see doing this again anytime in the foreseeable future, just because of the time involved preparing. My family has given me grace all over the place. That should probably be my slogan for this endeavor: "Grace all over the Place". I love one of my best friends, because she is so tough-love about everything. Sometimes I need that. I met her in the park a few weeks ago when I was almost done an 18 mile run. She asked me how it was all going. I said it was okay, but that I hated how slow I've gotten from cumulative fatigue. She nodded and shrugged and said "Well...it'll be what it'll be at this point." She's right, true enough.
A week ago this past Saturday, I did the NCR 20 miler from the PA line, down to Hunt Valley. It's sort of a race, but more of an organized training run. There's no medal, which is bullshit after running for 20 miles. But, it was inexpensive to participate and I needed a second 20 mile run before MCM. I did it. Slow, but I did it.
I did 12 miles in the rain last weekend. I'm doing 16 tomorrow before the storm blows in, then I'll be solidly in taper-town until the end of the month.
When I'm not running, I am up to my ears in spreadsheets and google docs for berries. Spreadsheets, phone calls, and emails. Plowing through. Plus two more berries in my basket this year, for a total of 12. More on that later, probably.
I had a bizarre dream last night. I hardly ever write about my dreams. I had a dream that I was in this diner with someone i used to know yeeeeeears ago. Like, before the kids. Another lifetime. Not even me as I exist anymore. Anyway. I was sitting in a booth with them, and we were just talking and drinking coffee. I felt like we'd met up accidentally somewhere. It was one of those things that could have gone badly, but instead we were just like "Oh... Coffee."
We were sitting in this booth drinking our coffees. I was talking about the kids and knitting, and they were talking about their things, and we were talking about the election, etc. There were fluorescent lights above us that kept ticking and flickering. The table was orange, and the booths were fake woodgrain. It looked just like an old Greek coffee place I used to go sometimes in Brooklyn.
When I woke up, I was sort of sad. I opened my eyes and for a split-second i was like "Oh, hey! I know them again!" Then of course I realized it was a dream, and I was sort of sad. But only sort of, because it felt like, maybe I should take it for what a nice thing it was. I had coffee with a former friend I barely think about any more, but miss on the odd occasion. I'm not sure that's not better than if we had actually had coffee. Life is strange.
And he was correct. I've been deep, deep, in the soup since early June. I've been plowing through the soup before sunrise, every Saturday, and into the evenings during the week. I can't see doing this again anytime in the foreseeable future, just because of the time involved preparing. My family has given me grace all over the place. That should probably be my slogan for this endeavor: "Grace all over the Place". I love one of my best friends, because she is so tough-love about everything. Sometimes I need that. I met her in the park a few weeks ago when I was almost done an 18 mile run. She asked me how it was all going. I said it was okay, but that I hated how slow I've gotten from cumulative fatigue. She nodded and shrugged and said "Well...it'll be what it'll be at this point." She's right, true enough.
A week ago this past Saturday, I did the NCR 20 miler from the PA line, down to Hunt Valley. It's sort of a race, but more of an organized training run. There's no medal, which is bullshit after running for 20 miles. But, it was inexpensive to participate and I needed a second 20 mile run before MCM. I did it. Slow, but I did it.
I did 12 miles in the rain last weekend. I'm doing 16 tomorrow before the storm blows in, then I'll be solidly in taper-town until the end of the month.
When I'm not running, I am up to my ears in spreadsheets and google docs for berries. Spreadsheets, phone calls, and emails. Plowing through. Plus two more berries in my basket this year, for a total of 12. More on that later, probably.
I had a bizarre dream last night. I hardly ever write about my dreams. I had a dream that I was in this diner with someone i used to know yeeeeeears ago. Like, before the kids. Another lifetime. Not even me as I exist anymore. Anyway. I was sitting in a booth with them, and we were just talking and drinking coffee. I felt like we'd met up accidentally somewhere. It was one of those things that could have gone badly, but instead we were just like "Oh... Coffee."
We were sitting in this booth drinking our coffees. I was talking about the kids and knitting, and they were talking about their things, and we were talking about the election, etc. There were fluorescent lights above us that kept ticking and flickering. The table was orange, and the booths were fake woodgrain. It looked just like an old Greek coffee place I used to go sometimes in Brooklyn.
When I woke up, I was sort of sad. I opened my eyes and for a split-second i was like "Oh, hey! I know them again!" Then of course I realized it was a dream, and I was sort of sad. But only sort of, because it felt like, maybe I should take it for what a nice thing it was. I had coffee with a former friend I barely think about any more, but miss on the odd occasion. I'm not sure that's not better than if we had actually had coffee. Life is strange.