Husch little baby
It would have been so easy to sit in silence, as YaYa and I gathered around the dinner table tonight. We could have simply ate, not saying a word about all the sadness and frustration that the day had brought. But how could I deny the tears rolling down my baby’s cheeks after discovering his homework, which was essentially done (only needing to be typed by morning) was missing from his backpack.
On my end, it was my recent discovery that my request to take an extended weekend around the marathon has been denied which brought me sadness. Not only was it being denied but my new employer also wants me to attend a critical meeting from Thursday through SATURDAY evening! That would be THE Saturday evening before my 6:30 am start.
There is no way that my new employer did not know about this meeting. These meetings are essential to the success of any clinical trial as they are the means to train the masses. They are planned well in advance so as to get as many physicians and study coordinators to attend. Why then, was this not mentioned before?
As frustrated as I am about my marathon weekend being compromised, I am more frustrated and worried about joining a company where communication isn’t valued in the way that I need. I wonder what I can expect from a company that is willing to put me through something such as this so early in the game. Perhaps this is NOT the right job for me after all.
Good Mourning
I look out the window on this gloomy day and search for something positive. From inside, there isn’t much good within my sights so I lace up and go in search…
Out in the Baylands, the fog is thick and water is low — leaving a view of nothing more than thick brown muck. It’s not exactly a thing of beauty.
The birds however, poke about looking for little treasures much in the same way as my sisters and I did at a dried up lake when we were kids. If memory serves me, I think Lil Sis lost a shoe, Big Sis laughed so hard that she peed in her pants, and each of us got thick black muck all over our bodies…but we found an abandoned ball in the process. It was our treasure.
We had A LOT of fun that day! It didn’t matter that we got in trouble following our adventure across Lake Mud.
every mile a memory
I took my time getting YaYa off to Mark and Lisa’s and drove off to the open space unable to hide my enthusiasm. With my anniversary on Monday, my heart was heavy. This would have surely been a date night to celebrate our time together. But the day was gloriously beautiful and I had ample time to reflect on our life together as well as my life today. So…with my CamelBak filled with Perpetuem and GU, I headed off for my grand adventure.
I parked on the road and ran into the park from there. The hill climbing started right away. After the initial shock to my body, my breathing eased, and I let out an audible “ah” as I discovered new trail leading me into the park.
For 21 miles, I took in the views, playfully ran the rolling hills, and let the healing begin. Every mile, a memory filled my heart with joy (and occasionally my eyes with tears).
It was all good.
I took my time. I stopped to take pictures, stopped to stretch whenever it was time to GU, and stopped at the top for no reason at all.
As with life, I ran remembering that there’s no reason to rush this journey. The ups, the downs, the views, the people you pass along the way — they are all great. It would be a shame to rush past without any sort of acknowledgment or appreciation.
This is life. Take it in.
Female competition
Last week, on a whim, I slipped into a dress that has been hanging out in my closet for about 20 years. This dress, though possibly out of style, is rather sexy. In fact, the one night that I wore this dress was perhaps the one and only time that Tom would not leave my side for even a minute. Perhaps this is the reason that I never could seem to part with it –though I never could seem to get in to it either.
I’m am not exactly sure why I even reached for the dress. Maybe it was the wine. But, when the dress magically fit, I felt all Runner Susan about it and had to take a few pictures. In the event that this dress never fits me again, I’ll have proof that on this particular night it did — not that anyone will care but me.