Things have been on the rapid change program, our anchors are being pulled up: my gram passed away last March, BC got married (!!!) and moved away, and our condo is finally back in the black. There are many other smaller ropes flung free, but those are the main disrupters. Our feet are itchy with the need to travel. We are still figuring out the ins and outs of how to make that happen.
We are still running, and riding bikes mostly to commute (the lawsuit took some of the fun out of biking for a while, but we are back at it)( wait, did I write about the lawsuit? The guy who lost control of his bike because he was going around a blind corner too fast and over corrected when he saw a utility truck parked in the middle of the trail and skidded into JE and broke his [not JE's] collarbone, then sued JE?) (fun times, another reason we haven't traveled foreign lately--that was expensive!)
Reading back over my mom's death and a few other things I found in this blog has inspired me to start this again. I miss the outlet and the opportunity for gratitude.How could I let my beautiful gram's life go undocumented? The two marathons I've completed? And our fun short trips out of town for weekends? I need an attitude adjustment, and a perspective shift. I've been hyper focused on things that aren't important.
We are still doing our CSA box and still love it--going into our third year. Grapes are wicked good this year. Last week I made chicken and grapes, it was delicious. I'll see if I can come up with a recipe for it and post it.
We ran three miles at crystal cove this evening, before it got too dark to see and we had to slow to a stroll to avoid the holes people dig in the sand. (Why do they do that? When you go on vacation, leave your shovels at home! Take the cannoli!) The first mile is the hardest, warming up isn't easy. But then I feel my rhythmic breath match my pace: two in, two out. I still sigh, which muddles everything as far as rhythm goes, but somehow relaxes my breathing and mind: two in, sighhhhhh. In, one two three, out, one except there is no counting, it's just my head and lungs and heart beating down the path, suspended...
These days I strive for 20 miles a week, but realistically only run 17. Next week, I start work again, so my time on a bike will increase and my time running may need to decrease. I'll plan a bit tomorrow and figure out an ideal.
