Pause

I was sick this week… a little early according to my usual schedule. I usually like to save my sicknesses for February vacation, or the week after school gets out. I have never had to take two sick days in a row… until this week. As much as I missed the kids though, and believe me I did, it was nice to have this mid-September pause. I was tired, and my body clearly needed the rest. During the two and a half days that I was out, I fell into a pattern of waking up somewhere around 9, watching some TV for a few hours, eating breakfast, and finally falling back asleep somewhere around 1. I’d sleep until 5 or 6 when something would finally wake me up at which point I’d eat again, watch some more TV or read a magazine before I finally fell asleep again somewhere around 10 or 11. It was delightful to be able to give my body what it needed. Recovering on the other hand, has been another story.

Today I woke up at 7:30, awake and alert and ready to tackle the day. Believe me, I had plenty to do! I had guests coming at 12:30, and my house showed every bit of my having been home for the better part of a week sick. I was happy to be up so early if only to have a slow breakfast and then settle into the chores. Instead, I had a slow breakfast, decided to spend a half hour watching a TV show I had wanted to catch this week, and promptly fell asleep… at 8:30. Ok, well maybe 7:30 was a little early to be up on a weekend, but I then proceeded to sleep for the next 3 hours! Fortunately, I got everything done today, but this is not the kind of thing that you can pull off on a weekday… I clearly need to build my stamina.

On top of all of this, it has been a good week, week and a half since I’ve been on a run. I think my last run was last Friday and as I recall, it did not go well. I was supposed to run Monday afternoon, but my body was clearly attempting to fend off whatever illness I eventually ended up with and I gave into a nap instead. While I ate pretty healthfully most of the week, I sort of fell apart the last few days, and I have a feeling that when I finally do get out on the road again, it may not be pretty. Oh, and did I mention about how I tore off half of one of my toe-nails on my left foot, and dropped a glass bottle full of lotion from about 8 feet high on my right foot? I’m a mess.

As it turns out this is just a random collection of my thoughts, but perhaps that’s just where I am these days. I promise a more coherent entry later this week… perhaps when I’m back on the eating well, exercising well wagon!

Project Time

I’ve been in my apartment for a little over a year, and as such, it’s beginning to feel cramped. Not because the space is too small, because I still LOVE it, but because there are nagging projects surrounding me, and a year’s worth of clutter that has accumulated. In an effort to love my space a little more, I’m embarking on a two-week long decluttering/cleaning/nagging task completing challenge. Why two weeks? Because one week is too short, and I don’t have the attention span for a month long project.

  • Day 1 – Declutter and dust apartment entrance (done… bonus: I found a $25 Starbucks gift card!)
  • Day 2 – Reorganize kitchen appliances, clean out the refrigerator, clean counters (done)
  • Day 3 – Clean/dust dresser, declutter clothes I don’t wear anymore
  • Day 4 – Clean closet, declutter clothes I don’t wear anymore
  • Day 5 – Put away fall clothes, declutter clothes I know I won’t wear anymore, switch out summer clothes
  • Day 6 – Declutter toiletries
  • Day 7 – Declutter magazines
  • Day 8 – Hang curtains in living/bedroom
  • Day 9 – Deep clean bathroom
  • Day 10 – Declutter kitchen cabinets
  • Day 11 – Sort through purses
  • Day 12 – Sort through books
  • Day 13 – Sort through office supplies
  • Day 14 – Catch up

Running… and Liking It

I was supposed to be finished with the Couch to 5K program by now. Unfortunately, my plans have been repeatedly foiled: first by a 34 mile, 4 hour bike ride that left me with a quad that caused me to limp and take painkillers for days; then, by starting school; then, by leaving my running shoes on the Cape (although I do have a back up), getting to the gym without my ID, and then finally getting in the gym and realizing that all of the treadmills were occupied and there was a LONG line to get on them. I did the elliptical instead. Anyway, the real point of this post is that on Wednesday, I realized that I am a runner. As I left work after my second 10 hour day in a row, my body hurt. My feet were covered in blisters from an ill-advised, too-quick transition to dress shoes; my back was tenser than it’s been, well, all summer; and my body, which had been running on adrenaline, had just about run out. I was more than a little shocked then to have the following unconscious thought pattern run through my head: “I am so glad I get to run today. I am going to feel so much more relaxed and my back will feel so much looser when I’m done.” Whoa. Who is that girl? I tried to summon up my pre-Couch to 5K hatred towards running, the dread that came with every workout, and it just wouldn’t come. I finally made it out for my run Saturday. I ran faster than I have been, and true to (new) form, I liked it. I’m investing in a new pair of running shoes this week- a reward for a long summer of running through the good and the bad, and for getting to this point. I’m not going to deny it, I’m proud of myself!

9/11

The day dawned, blue cloudless skies, a summer day in the midst of fall. The alarm rang, I jumped in the shower and returned to my room. It was my second Tuesday of college. My roommate left early that morning, and so for the first time in the week I’d been there, I turned on the radio. It was a comforting ritual I had begun in junior high school, but this morning was different. I couldn’t make sense of with the DJ was saying, there was no music, and no fun, only seriousness and confusion. I took a call from my roommate’s father: he was flying that morning. He did not allude to the tragedy that was unfolding, but he said it was important that my roommate know he had called. I dressed quickly, and ran up the stairs to a friend’s room. She had a television, and on it we watched both towers collapse before I headed to my 11:00 class. It was September 11, 2001

The day dawned, blue cloudless skies, a summer day in the midst of fall. On the television I listened to moments of silence, as names were read out. Nearly 3,000. Music interspersed between the heartbreaking scenes of children, too young to have witnessed the events of that day but who have been forever scarred read the names of their parents, forever gone from their lives. I showered, I dressed and I ate, but not quickly, I savored the moments because today, of all days, I am grateful just to be alive. I listened as Yo-Yo Ma played Bach, and James Taylor played tunes of his own and I noticed as the tears welled up in my own eyes. I watched the towers fall again, and I wished for just one moment that it had all been a bad dream. I remembered how before that day, the country knew relative peace, knew nothing of the multiple tours of duty our soldiers would be called to serve. I realized how normal war has become a decade into the fight. I left the house to drive to church, to worship an unchanging God, and to pray for those lives that have changed. It was September 11, 2011.