Monday, January 15, 2007

Beat


Yesterday was tough. Since confronting this injury, Sundays have consistently been tough for me psychologically and emotionally, because Sundays, for the last ten years, have meant 'long easy,' a.k.a. the most physically & mentally satisfying run of the week. But yesterday was especially though, as yesterday was the big day. 'twas supposed to have been my big day, but alas, in the end it was reduced to merely the.

My morning was pleasant enough, marked by an oddly chipper awakening which was followed by a drawn-out brunch w/ Dougie. But as morning gave way to early afternoon (and my coffee buzz faded to a drone), I was feeling pretty lost and down. Against doctor's orders/my better judgement, I started wandering, eventually making my way up to Prospect Park West, right next to said park. Across the country, a race was being run, and had things gone differently, I would've been one of its 11,000 participants. As my projected finish time of 1:15 (11:15 MST) came and went, I watched runners glide past me, partially obscured by trees and rolling hills. Made me feel melancholy, and an ounce hopeless. It's been four weeks, and I'm looking at a minimum of four more. Sometimes it seems like I'll never run again, which is totally bogus and ridiculous, but still.

Soon after, I returned home (but not before stopping by this place for a delectable chocolate peanut butter tart), where Pea and I proceeded to (re)launch a marathon of our own, this one involving popcorn and episodes of what I've concluded is, for the time being, the best thing on television.

Onward.

Posted by princess kanomanom @ 7:25 AM