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Optimism

I have a new definition of optimism. It is waiting till you are 99 years old before you write a will. My neighbor Vic (he is 99) and his wife recently had Bruce and I witness their signature on their will. After we signed all of the various places presented to us by the lawyer who treated Vic like he is a dottering old fool, (he is old but far from dottering ), we toasted to a long life (another optimistic wish when you are 99) with a 12 year old bottle of scotch. How many folks get to drink scotch with a 99 year old guy? This was actually my second time. The first time, Vic and I drank straight from the bottle. He had been been going down hill for the past few weeks and did not even get up from his bed for my usual Saturday afternoon visit. As I stood up to leave, I heard him come down the hall with his walker. He peered at me around the corner as he always does. "Shit, Donna, Just Shit!" he said after with much effort, he aimed his bum towards the chair and sat down. He lo

New running shoes but bad clothes day

Today I ran 5 miles in new shoes that felt great. I then went to work wearing clothes that did nothing for my self image. Stuff like that happens sometimes and no matter how much I try to practice techniques discussed in the book The Secret I am not going to attract enough positive energy to make me not wish I had heeded the inner voice that said "don't wear that it makes you look fat". Thus, I attracted negative energy and acted like I looked fat all day! And if the laws of attraction are correct I possibly gained 10 pounds because I caused my body to excrete so much cortisol that my pants got tighter. And I walked hunched over and scowled all day. Some days are like that. But I did run. And I am about to go lift weights. Take that, laws of attraction! And the secret really is no secret - just written in a nice font with fancy paper and quoting a lot of folks who are vaguely famous - the chicken soup guy for example. If you read this and forward it to 10 of

Solo Run

Today, Labor day 2007 I headed out at around 8:30 for a 15 mile run. It's the usual pre-St. George marathon (coming up the first weekend in October and my 13th running of it and about my 30th marathon) panic when I realize I haven't put in any long runs or at least not enough of them. I don't know if I can count last weekend's Hood to Coast even though that was 15 miles in three separate legs. That relay run deserves an entry of its own and I better get to it before I forget how great it was. Oh and there's another experience that I had a few weeks ago drinking Chevas Regal from the bottle with my 99 year old neighbor - I should write about that too. I need to be more disciplined. Anyway, I headed out with the beginning of a run optimism, my ipod playing songs that my son loaded on for me. Most of them I really like. Most of the time though I don't like running with my Ipod because it keeps me from thinking deep thoughts. But today I needed it I thought