I woke up at 5 a.m., and was out the door by 6, and on the trail at 6:30. Always beautiful at that hour, and fairly quiet. I've been listening to The Sunday Philosophy Club: An Isabel Dalhousie Mystery
and trying to take my mind off the events of yesterday, and the upcoming events of today.Today was a hard day, and there will be more hard days to follow. But it was a good lesson for me to learn, though unfortunately it was at someone else's expense. Believe me, I learned. I learned that words can seriously wound. A lesson you'd think I'd know by this age.
In other hard things, I'm trying hard to find a bell-ringing replacement for Dec. 9 (if you know one, contact me!) so that I can go to Fredericksburg and see whose butt I can kick. Plus, I just loooong to see Susie and David.
Meanwhile, let's entertain ourselves with the thought, which is really just an inkling of a minor inclination, really just a momentary synapse, nothing more, that I just might possibly, maybe, really not sure just yet, be interested in doing, which is to say, this.
5 comments:
That race would be good pennance for your soul and a good excuse to dress all funny in green stuff so nobody recognizes you.
... plus it's time.
Oh my - aren't we feeling ambitious!
All that running will certainly help clear your head and sop up the guilt, though. Not a bad idea!
I hear the Shamrock is a great race! Cool atmosphere.
And cheer up about yesterday...you apologized, so stop beating yourself up for it!
Hang on. What distance are you planning on running there?
Oh my. My worst nightmare, that is. So come here and I'll fix you pasta and we'll make Christine entertain us.
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