Today’s Positive Note: I have good endurance, and I have worked hard for it. I have gone through many a painful 12 miler, but also many a refreshing 14 miler. Running is like that — one day can be great, the next day horrible. I am not quick, and maybe not graceful, but I can run for a long time. My longest run was 6 hours and 8 minutes (33.4 mile ultramarathon). I have a strong heart, lungs, and legs.
Sidenote: Thanks so much for all the nice comments! I feel like I already have so many new blog friends!
1. Running: I did the trail run in the snow yesterday. It was somewhere between six and seven miles (I can’t get my garmin to charge — help???). I had on leggings, long underwear, three jackets, hat, gloves, yak trax and gators (they go over your shoes/ankles to keep snow out). It was tough, but the beauty was worth it. The trail was not at all cleared, so I was running through several inches of snow, which was hard. I actually had to walk up some hills. It felt like the equivalent of maybe a ten mile run. Does anybody know how running through the snow affects your body?
Good news: I got accepted into the NYC half marathon in March (they changed the month this year)! I am so excited. This will be my second half. Last time, I ran a 1:58, and I was so happy. I really don’t know what to shoot for this time, since I just started running two weeks ago after a month of rest (I had microfractures in my left shin). I’ll be working out a training plan and posting soon. I have about two months, which will be enough time because I have a pretty good base, with lots of long runs over the past few months. Anybody have two month training plans they would reccomend?
2. Therapy. It’s been so weird not going to therapy while I have been on break from school (almost a month). I have been trying to say positive things to myself every day, and I have been taking a calmer, nicer attitude towards those around me, and just generally not stressing as much. I think I am doing pretty well so far, but Iam also looking forward to getting back in a week and a half.
Running, for me, is not just physical. It is also emotionally therapeutic and restful. I actually kind of feel like I’m flying when I run,which I love. In turn, I feel happy and cleansed. There is definitely a connection there. I’m fairly sure there are studies connecting running and good mental health. I wanted to sure a poem today that I wrote for a class last semester. It’s probably one of my favorite things I have written, and was (and is) very necessary to my outlook on life. I don’t always see things the same way other people do, and I am learning that this is okay. Note: the lines on the right often wrap around under the lines on the left because they are too long for the screen. The left hand column should really only be one single word (example “cry”).
sweet push out the good things like your white bonnet and your daisies and your snow
shell collect Petoskey stones along the shore and silver green clams and barnacles
wooden tell your father that he is not made of wood, that he is not a fortress
moon pull out your veins one at a time and knit them into a blanket for her
honey stir it in your drink or let it sit in pools on your hot hands
jasmine grow some and crush it with a blade and give it to your sister in a basket
shine grab the purple flashlight and make ceiling animals
blue sit on the salt color couch until you can come away from it
cry but do not sob
quiet listen for insects and midnights and mornings
still touch your knees and make sure they have not softened
house build a fort below your bed; make sure there is a garden there
bird carry your metallic feathers with you and make charts of your own bones
tree study the earth’s architecture and learn that beautiful things do not live forever
iris take the pink right out of your skin and paste it to the bearded iris
me cover your head but do not forget how to see
wing wash and preen and then make sure the grass is long enough to get lost in
orchid put the lady slipper, still in its soil, on the countertop
clock pick a line to look at and walk against the second hand
blood narrate the whole damn story and measure the gallons in your body
tulip look at the photo with your mother and the daffodils and the would-be-fawns
sister count her limbs very carefully and keep the shape of her face in your jacket pocket
legs run until you are alone on the sidewalk between three delicate shadows
tea press the leaves wet and get the water very hot
go move between dangerous places but do not be dangerous
speak peel back your banana leaf wrappings
remember stare up to the empty sky and fill it with the things you know
box arrange the gold and black trinkets on your table, there are six sides
inlay stack the tops into a tower with five levels
faucet water the vines and the kiwis just as you water your own body
girl let her know she is a starfish, a macaw; let her know she has eyes that whisper