Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Yes, I'm finally going to visit the planet Canada, home to my favorite boss, the Running Blogfather, the Pink Chick, Adeel, and others too numerous to mention! You know who you are. Anyway, as the people in my office said, "Canada: America's biggest state!" (THEY WERE KIDDING! Stop throwing things.)
I'm excited. I'd be more excited if I wasn't going to Toronto for work, and even more excited if I didn't have to wake up at 4 a.m. to get myself to the airport by 4:30 to get on the plane by 6 a.m., to get to the city by 8 a.m. in order to get to my first class—video editing, watch out—by 9 a.m.! CAN SHE DO IT??
My life is so outta control.
I just got home from a rockin' concert at the National Cathedral. Yep, our bishop (John Chane) is a rocker, hosting Graham Nash, David Crosby, John "Still the One" Hall (now a congressman!?!), Jackson "Running on Empty" Browne, Emily (Indigo Girls) Saliers, Keb Mo', and Krishna Das. Fantastic night. Think peace, people.
And just two days ago, I was running around the Cathedral like a chicken with its head cut off. Picture this: Saturday, 10 a.m., 6-mile run just to get me back in the saddle. After that, I remembered (after I forgot) that I had promised a friend to run a 4K "fun run" at noon to raise money for a local school on the Cathedral grounds. So off I went. But someone forgot to tell me that the National Cathedral is on a hill. Like the highest hill in the city. $@#!%^&!!
But I brought it on home, and I wasn't last. I chased several boys (some things never change) away as I came up behind and said "Don't let an old lady pass you!" That never fails to get 'em going.
7.5(ish) miles. Booyah!
(See how this post all fits together? Cathedral? Running? Canada?)
To my northern friends, I leave you: