- Been working out a lot and hard which
- produced the best night of sleep I’ve had in a short while
- as pleasant as it was, it wasn’t anything compared to that morning when
- my older child stopped her colic-y period
- and I slept thru the night- a full night of sleep after months
- which reminds me the next time she asked what I’ve done for her lately, I might
- pull that one out of the chest
- but midnight runs in Central Park are so peaceful, alone
- in my discipline, without anyone (almost) to observe my breathlessness at
- the tail ends of sprints and the click click click
- of my yellow stopwatch
- even the raccoons were no where to be seen, they
- took the rainy night off, I guess, but today
- as I walked some plants back to their owners, the expression
- “Too many brooms, and too few dustpans”
- sprung forth in my mind, unaware if I parrot or coined
- a new expression that describes a frustrating episode of my life
- but somehow pleased to bring something new and creative out
- of the darkness of limbo-land
- a recent grad sues her college for her not finding a job after a 3 month search
- seems too comical yet reveals the present unemployment frustrations,
- yet digging just slightly past the surface the article
- mentions her 2.7 GPA and solid attendance record and if that doesn’t cement
- an attitude of entitlement- I’m not sure what does
- maybe the publicity will land her a job, but watch out
- at her next review…
- yet something comes to mind from a late night infomercial
- about unreasonable people…
- but somehow that isn’t exemplified well in this case
- still the thought lingers from that Buddha saying:
- “you become what you do now”
- numbers and codes come to mind to outline a running regimen
- but some more spit and polish and testing is forthcomoing
- just to say that it seems to fit me well.
SoC, run
raccoons, rest, running
- I’m tired
- that’s good since I need to go to sleep soon
- haven’t slept well in a few days
- and its starting to show in my focus and dreamy days
- but that fartlek tonight did the trick
- not liquor or pills but miles
- or rather 10 kilometers in Central Park in
- a drizzle that started out slowly up Heartbreak hill
- and passed a female cyclist who was doing some maneuver that
- I didn’t quite understand in my gasps for air
- as she looped around again and
- I shot her a look of “what are you doing” and
- just as she passed me, she didn’t provide any clues,
- microexpressions, or any other form of leakage
- and just as I was about to put her out of my mind I heard
- a clatter behind me as she fell over…
- I yelled back asking “Are you OK?” and she
- said softly “I’m OK” in a tone that implied to me
- that she hurt something else besides her tush and
- she let out a sigh and then
- remarked, “I guess that’s why I’m out practicing…”, and I said
- “Yeah, whatever doesn’t kill you…?” but I was too far away as she
- yelled over, “What?” as I repeated myself and said the longer version
- this time she replied, “Yeah, that’s what my mother tells me.”, and
- I was thinking, “Tough Mom”, and I bid her adieu as she was
- standing now brushing off her tush and I was close enough to see she was indeed
- alright enough for me to continue on my journey
- of intermittent pain labeled ‘fartlek’
- the drizzle continued as I passed the familiar parts heading south amazed
- by the sight of my breath as I finished each leg of speedwork
- and as I caught my invisible breath back I was able to notice the stray dog walker here and there
- and tried to identify the type of bike that approached from the rear or
- the kind of runner that was about to pass me whether
- they were heavy or tall or short or male or female or expert or novice
- which was enough of a distraction for me to get my heart rate back down
- enough to sprint the next 400 meters or so as I
- passed the Lake and came up the little hill to see the huge red billboard displaying
- the time and temperature startled to hear
- another runner breathing harder than me as she finished her speedwork
- and she gave me the motivation to do another few sprints as I turned the corner near Columbus Circle and ran until the light
- and circled back and raced back up the hill north
- just as she completed her sprint south and
- she passed me another time when I had to tease out a knot in my left foot against a pole
- as she turned ahead of me and did this curious bounce up and down the curb as she passed me the last time for the night
- I mentally thanked her for the spirited last three sprints and headed home.
SoC, run
drizzle, fartlek, rest
