I’m starting to think about MdS as a restful vacation with a bit running thrown in. I’m not underestimating the desert...
Costume contest and cosmic messagesLiza
I kicked a metal pipe with my good foot yesterday at the pool. I was thinking about unimportant things (whether the shirt I was wearing over my bathing suit made it look like I wasn’t wearing bathing suit bottoms) and I walked right into the pipe that fills the pool. It sticks up out of the cement (in an impossible-not-to-see-and-avoid way) that borders the deep end of the pool. I almost lost my mind. The pain wasn’t all that bad, and I’m sure I’ll be fine for my long 50 minute run today, but COME ON! I’ve met my injury quota for the year. I just signed up for Javelina. (Should we have a costume suggestion contest? I’m sure I could figure out how to come up with a tiny prize. The costume would need to be something that could be worn comfortably for 15 to 30 hours, be cute, but age appropriate, affordable and not require much artistry or skill to assemble after Asa goes to bed. I’ll try to figure out details today. But I digress…) I told Eliot I felt like I was getting some sort of cosmic message not to get complacent about taking care of myself and being grateful now that I was out of the boot and running again. (He did a good job looking interested.) So OK! already. I’ll drop the potentially bone density lowering diet sodas and do my walking lunges, but enough with the cosmic messages. Sheesh. (And, no, my theology doesn’t really include cosmic messages about running.) (I am wildly superstitious about remembering to be grateful.)
I’ve got to get out for that run now. (I love writing that.)
Running log: 50 minutes