It’s been a while since I’ve blogged, and there’s a few reasons for that. I’ve been busy (well, who hasn’t been?). I’ve been without useful ideas to share (maybe untrue, but…) I’ve been censoring myself (yeah, that).
As to self-censure: there isn’t anything I can add to the yowling atmosphere of today that someone hasn’t already said, and so I’m doing the “actions speak louder than words” thing and redoubling my efforts in the places that I think I can help and letting much more eloquent people say much more specific things to much greater effect.
But Happy Pride, everyone :). And Happy Ramadan. May you find joy in the celebrations of things that encompass your values and in the Italian-Argentinian spirit of “do what makes you happy” — which is the way I was raised — be happy and move forward.
I’ve been trying to do that.
I went to visit my mom this weekend; she lives south a bit from me in a small town that’s bordered by other small towns. If you want to go to Starbucks it’s 2.5 miles away, and I know this because I run it occasionally. I ran it today. It’s a nice, flat run, past a firehouse and many farms and one big intersection. They are just as busy and popular as any other Starbucks anywhere.
There are no sidewalks on the way. If you run, you run on the side of the road, and if you’re smart, you run opposing traffic. The beautiful part is everyone moves waaaaaaaaaaaay over for you.
Big semi trucks, regular trucks, SUV’s, vans, motorcyclists, people driving Hondas and Kias. Folks in vintage cars taking them out for a sunny day (at 9am it was already 85 degrees) and folks in their beater cards headed wherever a Sunday morning took them. Every single one moved well over the meridian for me.
As a 5’10”, more-than-150-pounds-but-less-than-200-pounds woman, my personal meatsack existence would do nothing to their vehicle at the current speed limit (35-45, depending). Their vehicle, on the other hand, could do quite a lot to my meatsack. Unpleasant. They weren’t moving over for themselves, they were moving over for me. I like that. That was nice.
I’m running again. Real running. From about November to about two weeks ago, my running was almost exclusively indoors and on a treadmill (with the exception of a two-month break for injury and two outdoor events). You know what you get when you run on the treadmill? You get the treadmill running you. I’m fast (for me) on a treadmill. I go at like a 9:30 pace. Go me!
You know how fast I run in the real world, on real pavement? 11:15 ish. There was a time where 9:30 happened in the real world. I lost it, and I need to find it again.
So I found myself running in the early morning heat, out in small town Washington, waving to each and every car and bike and truck that made way for me (and most of them waved back), because that’s what I need to do. I need to do more, and I will.
That’s what I’ve been doing, mostly. See the goal, focus on the goal, follow the goal. And this was a check in from that goal.
Let’s see where I’m at in a couple of weeks ;).