I just went for a run. Doesn’t that sound good? Doesn’t that make me sound all healthy and crap? No, it was the first run in more than a week (which had been the first run in more than a week, also), and strangely, I ran the first ten or fifteen minutes amazingly well. I felt like I could run to Seattle. Yeah! Got this licked!
Then my side cramped and I forgot how to breathe, and I ended up half-stomping, half-jogging home, looking like an idiot.
That’s the thing about this running thing — I love love love it as a form of exercise that I can get done in the MINIMUM amount of time. I woke up at 3:55pm, rolled into my shoes and bra-with-only-one-wire, and I was out the door by 4pm, before my brain could formulate the necessary discouraging sentences. Back by 4:32, and watering the garden by 4:33. That’s the good part.
The bad part is that if you have a week in which you travel, have PMS, and then a migraine, you won’t run for a week and your body says, "HA! I have now successfully forgotten that you ran a marathon in December and a half-marathon six weeks ago. You suck! Go back and eat twinkies and cry!" It’s good that my body doesn’t actually speak, because that would just be mean, but that’s what it feels like.
That’s not what I started to say, though. What I started to say was, Now we’re talking. During the run, I noticed it was fall. Oh, hallelujah, and I know I can get a knitter’s amen. That silly heat thing that summer offers is for the birds. The leaves are turning, and the sky is heavy with cold cloudy fog, and there’s a slight chill wind. I’m in heaven. Time to knit! Time to be cozy!
I wish I had more time to be cozy. You know? Must work on that.
Also: I just got a funny-as-hell email from a reader named Anne, and I hope she won’t mind if I quote her:
On a dorky note, I just had to mention that although I’ve been reading
your blog for ages, I’ve always been reluctant to comment since I have
no blog of my own. Though I’ve thought about it… but can the
blogosphere really support one more obsessively-knitting, cat-owning,
liberal-leaning, self-doubting grad student? Maybe someday I’ll find
Well, if she writes like you, the blogosphere will support her. Cracked me UP.
Off for a bath, and then to work, and then THE WEEKEND. Enjoy. Be cozy.
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