A run to clear the mind
There is possibly no better antidote to sitting at your desk all day furiously trying to do the impossible in too few hours than a run. Once the girls left, and I turned around two times, figured “fuck dinner” and went for a run. The evening is gorgeous – perfect weather, lights shimmering in the bayou, enough people out and about to make it feel safe.
Listening to my IPOD, I started with Lucinda asking “Are you alright?” and ended with Yerba Buena singing “Guajira” – I could have run more, but needed to finish up work that was left undone and get myself to bed at a decent hour – last night I turned into a pumpkin.
November 2nd, 2007 at 1:33 am
“turned around two times” – on your feet, in the car, while clicking your heels together? What does this mean?
I ran earlier too – desaix to orleans loop, then an additional footbridge back to my house. Sprinted last 1/4 mile or so, but I’m an insomniac tonight.
Go figure!
November 2nd, 2007 at 9:17 am
yes, you are (see you are writing at 1:30AM) – I slept the sleep of the dead – except for a 2AM wake up that felt like 5AM but I got back to sleep.
Turn around two times – started to go back up to work, started to finish the laundry, started to make dinner, started and then said, to hell with this, I need a run. So maybe it was three times I started in a direction, turned on my heels to another, turned on my heels to another, etc.
I did here to DeSaix and then to Dumaine and back. Felt good. Beautiful evening. My body felt like it was built to run.
November 2nd, 2007 at 9:35 am
When I run I feel lithe and graceful and light – something I’ve never felt before in my life, or been really.
I may not look that way when I run, but as long as I avoid ever seeing a videotape of myself doing it, ignorance is bliss.
November 2nd, 2007 at 2:47 pm
no videotapes – ever.