A week and two days. Nine days. That’s how long it took me to get back on my feet and dragging the pavement again since the Marathon. Considering my life in that span, I honestly haven’t had the slightest urge even though running has kept me focused, centered and conscious any other time- it’s just getting back. It’s doing. It’s believing.
I thundered up Fayette at a beautiful race pace because it just felt that beautiful. She’s back. Digging in around Union Street I realized that I smile at dogs. All of them. Funny; how do you do today, friend? About six dogs smiled back at me on that street. Back around Morgantown, two of my Uniontown policemen friends waved me on through the intersection in their patrol cars. My shuffle swooshed, “you’re here, you’re here, you’re here” . But I’m just a fragmented version of Ang. Fragment? Okay, shards. A fragile, complicated box of sharp shards. Sigh. I suppose routine gives birth to a false sense of normalcy. Maybe that’s how I revert to complacency in the first place (I’ve been dodging talking to Dale and avoiding confrontation because I like to go about my day in constant denial- it feels safe. And routine). I know it’s sounding hokey, because if you really wanted to, you could draw parallels from any one thing to another, but running in particular always tends to open those doors…. Lori, for instance, does an inspiring job of uniting her life in Christ with her everyday “work” be it running or mothering. Today, during this 5 miler, it was as cold as a blustery November evening, spitting fine rain, and dark. I knew Dale was out on his run, too. I knew he was somewhere on the same city streets, unseen. And although I know I am considerable faster than he, I still couldn’t “find” him- we were on completely opposite routes, wind hitting our faces in conversing directions. It was a strange realization. I don’t know.
Warden, with no warning, announced his sudden retirement at this morning’s meeting. I’m the “newest” employee with only two years of service, but I shamelessly got emotional about it. All day I was fighting tears - UGH! What a crier! He is the the most compassionate, wonderful, fair boss I’ve ever had- he will be missed when he goes. Well, enough. Tonight would be a most excellent chili night.
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