Mar. 1, 2008 at 3:39pm
(did I do something to adversely impact my chi?)
I promised myself that effective March 1, I would be well again. Happy. Obscenely optimistic, bubbly, effervescent, positive, a ray of sunshine piercing the shield of grey known as "Tacoma early spring."
Today is that day.
I wake up, and have a play day at Learning Sprout with S DeR and our sweet cherubs, who are deciding to act decidedly uncherub-like. Oh well, I've got a new attitude and I exude lightness and a butterfly-princess-like aura; a choir of angels surrounds me with a triumphant chord wherever I go.
We go to Paddy Coynes, food is slowish and cherubs are decidedly more decidedly uncherubic, and yet, there's that choir. (or is it tin whistle and fiddle? who cares, happiness and light; happiness and light.)
We get a mid-afternoon caffeine fix, my cherub goes with her cherub (they are in sweet little girl spirits, once again, buoyed by food and an ice-cream-cone shaped sucker) and I have an afternoon to myself to either a. exercise my body or b. clean and launder. Being that our flight has been booked and our condo deposit paid, I have a bikini to get into in three weeks, fo-sho. Exercise, it is (nobody on Maui will appreciate my spotless floor.)
The choir is still following me, though they falter in their notes, as I am on a mission to find the damn iPod. I have a goal, to log as many miles as possible, pre-Maui so that I have runner's legs of steel, to work my triceps to 39 year-old perfection, and to get my abs rock hard. (please, laugh.) The iPod is my key to this physical beauty, and I can't find the thing. Or my shoes. Finally, in his workout bag, I find the electronic wondertoy; on my third go-round of the house, I find my shoes in the dog leash box.
Until I get outside. The angels fly away yelping, as rain is pelting them despite sunny blue skies. No, really. I resolutely press the nike+ button, the 'pod searches for sensor. Three times. To no avail. I take off my shoes, push buttons, swear, realize that's conduct unbecoming to an aura-lit butterfly-princess, and smile as I push on once more, saying, "super! I can get a double workout, and bike the route to clock my mileage. No problem."
I get to the zoo, sweating shafts of light profusely through my Patagonia fleece; my Nike running tights want to travel south of my butt, leaving me (I'm certain) looking like I have a load of something that I'm carting. And I smile, happy to be a vital, active piece of this pre-spring day. And I get to the top of the Point Defiance Zoo parking hill (not to be confused with the Point Defiance Zoo deer-pee smelling hill) and realize the road isn't there. There are roadblocks and fresh mud pits and mounds of dirt to navigate, which would be fun if I had a mountain bike, but I doubt my Merlin wants to falter through this crap.
On I press, figuring I will do timing instead of mileage... damn, what time did I begin the run? No worries, I smile, I run, I listen to iLove pushing me on, I burp the odd "chicken skewer, meet latte!"- burp. Really, that last bit is worse than it sounds.
But also, really, it was a good run. A good time. Good sweat, no lung-bits hacked up, elevated mood despite the many forces of karmic retribution trying to bring me down. The clouds had that light-dappled cotton-fluff look to 'em, the water flashed a brilliant, cerulean blue.
Despite it all, it's March 1, and I'm well again.
comments  | posted under guh?, iPod nike+ issues, Point Defiance, running, TacomaComments
by KevinFreitas on 3/1/2008 @ 4:36pm
|Congrats to you! This is a particularly wonderful time of year around these parts. There's a real life in the air and warming sunshine.|
by tacomachickadee on 3/1/2008 @ 5:05pm
|yay for well! I'm down to just a cough finally.|
by tacomachickadee on 3/1/2008 @ 5:06pm
|yay for well! I'm down to just a cough finally.|
by jcbetty on 3/1/2008 @ 8:42pm
|down to cough finally, down to cough finally is a good result (good result!) after a run-in with this bodily nastiness--yep! -Kay Fray-- Yay to life in air and warming sunshine. Mmmmm.|
by jcbetty on 3/1/2008 @ 10:18pm
|(is it wrong, that I read my entry and laughed? mmm, probably, I'm a vain, arrogant being.) (who didn't capitalize the title.)|
by jcbetty on 3/1/2008 @ 10:19pm
|(oh, but wait, sunshine and light, lightness and bright, butterfly fairy princess shafts of glitter, and all that...)|
by AP on 3/2/2008 @ 9:33am
|aS fAR aS i kNOW, pUNCTUATION iSN'T a bIG dEAL aROUND hERE. yOU sHOULD bE fINE.|
by jenyum on 3/2/2008 @ 9:53am
|I have a tendency, to use a lot, of extra commas.
Also run on sentences, with many commas, extending infinitely, to the horizon.
(I think that's almost a haiku.)
Anyway, I hope we're not all keeping tabs on grammar around here or I'm in big trouble.
by jcbetty on 3/2/2008 @ 10:15am
|heeee. Y'all make me laugh, too!! (Jen, we should start our own commaholics anonymous chapter.)|
by AP on 3/2/2008 @ 5:07pm
|I, being a comma abuser, could, perhaps, benefit from, and even learn from, your chapter meetings, assuming they are open to men, and not just women.|
by jcbetty on 3/2/2008 @ 5:35pm
|oh, definitely, it'd be, mostly, a genderless thing, as most men, in my experience, tend to favor a slightly more Hemingway approach to words. (Short sentences. To the point sentences.)|
by jcbetty on 3/2/2008 @ 6:42pm
|(and yet, men, with a penchant toward the comma-li-ness, are certainly welcome!!)|
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