I am a girl who loves mountains, changing seasons, running, true backpacking, strong coffee, and knitting with high quality yarn.
When something bad happens, you have three choices: let it define you, let it destroy you, or let it strengthen you.
The purpose of life is to discover and develop your gift. The meaning of life comes from sharing your gift with others. - David Viscott
Saturday, February 18, 2006
Those questions met me at 6 am on my way to pick up Gail. Oleg just walked in to the door to give me car key after his unsuccessful attempt to go for Mt. Hood climb (50 mph winds turned them around at 9,000 feet) and proposed to get naughty and skip a run in favor of breakfast out. He even gave me 10 bucks! :) Silly boy. I drove to gail and told her that, and she looked at me with her eyes half-closed and asked: so? What restaurant do we go to? Sure, we went to Forest Park. Besides a run, she, been a director of Friends of Forest park organization (check out www.friendsofforestpark.org), needed to see the damage done by high winds lately. We picked a loop and started slowly out, neither one of us having “a spark” as she pointed out. I was fine with this development, sometimes runs are not meant to be a workouts, but just that - runs. After first 3-4 miles we finally warmed up enough to start talking. We always have an abundance of things to discuss! I value her opinion on just about anything, but especially on raising children. She’s got two great kids, a girl 22 and a young man 25, smart, witty, kind, fun, and just all I want my kids to be. She is very smart and have a way to deliver her knowledge in non-pushing yet engaging manner. There were lots and lots of blow-downs we had to step over carefully, land slides and over-turned trees we walked around, even once making a trip to the top of it to see if the road eroded, and were quite happy with how it was going. It’s not that I was tired per se, more like no urge to push. So we get back on Wildwood and I start running simply because I want to be done sooner. At 7 miles to go I pulled away a bit from Gail, and it began a game we play, when I work hard to get away, and she works hard to try and catch or not be too far off. SO I averaged 9:40s on the last stretch and she came 5 min behind. There was a long climb at about 3 miles left, and I forgot how long and steep it is. My quads turned mush and almost exploded, but I just trudged along. Funny how I tend to talk to myself as if it’s a different person (split personality? Bipolar? Crazy?) I’d be like: ok, honey, you’re tired, so am I, so if you just go for this little hill, then you turn to that small decline, last two miles will be flat, I promise to you, you would finish soon...
I had frozen my butt pretty badly, but it’s all thawed now. Tomorrow is an 18 miler, but it should be at easy pace, yeah! We’re meeting again, same time, 18 degrees and all...