Who does that?
Today I ran at noon. I am usually a morning runner but I barely passed the coffee test this morning (coffee test = waking up feeling like crap + drinking coffee and feeling better = passed). Sore throat, runny nose, ear stuffed with stuffing because last week I had the drum repaired for the third time - and I am not supposed to blow my nose or cough or sneeze.
Anyway I felt better after coffee and sudafed. I knew I would feel better if I ran. I put my running clothes on which caused the dogs to be excited cause they might get to go for a walk. I walked them, thinking that this was better than doing nothing - 2.5 miles. I felt a little better after that but I knew I would.
After doing my stay at home mom stuff including washing bedding, hanging it on clothesline and vacuuming it was getting close to 11am. Strangely I could not bring myself to take a shower which to me was a sign that I still had to make myself run. Strangely I wanted to run. It was a beautiful 60 degrees out there with a little wind. I had not ran for a few days - and I was getting mentally fat.
Usually though, I have a hard time running in the afternoon. Who runs at noon? I wondered. And then I remembered....women like me who are retired and can run any damn time they please.
So I went out there - took my camera too.
My mind wandered around like it usually does on a good run. I liked the green smell in the air that reminded me of my dad and the woods. I miss him a lot. And my mom, and my neighbor Enid, who I used to go to lunch with and shopping at T.J. Maxx. Sometimes I miss being a part of something...like work. I realized while there are things I would have changed about my job, I never wish I had worked harder. I worked hard enough. And thank God for running which got me through a lot of tough work days. Sometimes it is hard to let go of parts of your life that you spent a good deal of time and effort on - but it is okay if you keep parts and take those parts out of your head and examine them once in a while as long as you are kind to yourself and realize what is, is.
I silently whispered "Jackie" my dog, my good running buddy who I miss so much. I thought of our three kids and how proud we are of them. They didn't go to preschool, which today is almost like not graduating from high school, but 2 of them own their own businesses and one is a doctor. They did their own homework and fought their own battles. All three have chosen wisely, are kind, caring adults, and know how to laugh at life. Of course "mistakes were made" by Bruce and I in our parenting skills but I think we did okay. Hopefully they have forgiven us. They are brave and have confidence in themselves and haven't allowed themselves to be put in "little boxes made of ticky tacky".
I thought of how my mom used to squirt all the clothes with a spray bottle and fold them up tightly and then iron them - she didn't have a steam iron and the iron she had was so heavy that if you dropped it on your foot you would be in trouble. I also remember that she used to get diet pills from a doctor and she would stay up all night ironing. Then she would be really crabby when the drugs wore off. When kids would make fun of me for whatever reason at school, she would always say "Their just jealous because they aren't as cute as you are".
I remembered a time when my brother could care about others before alcohol dulled his senses. When I burned my leg at a high school graduation party (that's another story) he barged into my hospital room, tears in his eyes, yelling "that's my sister in there" at the cranky night nurses who tried to keep him out. Now he is beyond any help we could give him and all we can do is love him. It's his movie and his choices and my sis and I will finally quit enabling him.
Anyway it was one of my better runs since my shoulder surgery. Weird how sometimes you feel better than you think you will. When you feel like you can't, maybe those are the times you need to run the most. And sometimes when the world is filled with tragedies such as tornadoes and guns and killings all you can do is go out there and run. If you pass the coffee test.
Anyway I felt better after coffee and sudafed. I knew I would feel better if I ran. I put my running clothes on which caused the dogs to be excited cause they might get to go for a walk. I walked them, thinking that this was better than doing nothing - 2.5 miles. I felt a little better after that but I knew I would.
After doing my stay at home mom stuff including washing bedding, hanging it on clothesline and vacuuming it was getting close to 11am. Strangely I could not bring myself to take a shower which to me was a sign that I still had to make myself run. Strangely I wanted to run. It was a beautiful 60 degrees out there with a little wind. I had not ran for a few days - and I was getting mentally fat.
Usually though, I have a hard time running in the afternoon. Who runs at noon? I wondered. And then I remembered....women like me who are retired and can run any damn time they please.
So I went out there - took my camera too.
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| This sign always reminds me of a scarey movie or book "The house at the end of the Lane". |
I silently whispered "Jackie" my dog, my good running buddy who I miss so much. I thought of our three kids and how proud we are of them. They didn't go to preschool, which today is almost like not graduating from high school, but 2 of them own their own businesses and one is a doctor. They did their own homework and fought their own battles. All three have chosen wisely, are kind, caring adults, and know how to laugh at life. Of course "mistakes were made" by Bruce and I in our parenting skills but I think we did okay. Hopefully they have forgiven us. They are brave and have confidence in themselves and haven't allowed themselves to be put in "little boxes made of ticky tacky".
I thought of how my mom used to squirt all the clothes with a spray bottle and fold them up tightly and then iron them - she didn't have a steam iron and the iron she had was so heavy that if you dropped it on your foot you would be in trouble. I also remember that she used to get diet pills from a doctor and she would stay up all night ironing. Then she would be really crabby when the drugs wore off. When kids would make fun of me for whatever reason at school, she would always say "Their just jealous because they aren't as cute as you are".
I remembered a time when my brother could care about others before alcohol dulled his senses. When I burned my leg at a high school graduation party (that's another story) he barged into my hospital room, tears in his eyes, yelling "that's my sister in there" at the cranky night nurses who tried to keep him out. Now he is beyond any help we could give him and all we can do is love him. It's his movie and his choices and my sis and I will finally quit enabling him.
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| Pee stop for dalmatians? |
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| Beautiful mountains with a bit of snow left on them |
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| We should all drive like our kids live here. If you have ever talked to someone who ran over someone's kid you would drive a lot slower through neighborhoods |
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