i'm finally on the other side. friday night i was at work until 1, and then in bed spinning until 3:30 or so. i couldn't turn off my mind. work stress had unleashed random insecurities that took the wheel and wouldn't let go. i woke up saturday with one thought.
run.
escape. escape the week. escape work. escape the thoughts that kept me up at night.
so i did. i escaped for a good 3 miles in 35 minutes in the bright sunshine and the cold crisp air. a new route, up 15th, left on 7th, down to knott, up to 21st, right and back down 21st to hancock and home. it was (relatively) easy. it felt great. i thought about what i was running from, and what i was running toward.
i've realized something about running. it is meditation in motion. if you do it right, your mind empties, and all you hear is your breathing, your feet hitting the earth, your heart pumping blood throughout your body (and in my case, mike doughty's rising sign). you're aware of how your body feels, positive and negative. you're open to the instant feedback. as your mind clears, the troubling whitecaps smooth into a reflective clarity, like the columbia on a rare windless day. you see things in ways you've not seen them before. secrets are revealed. answers come.
that's all. this will be a better week.
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Nicely put. I hope to achieve a zen-like state every time out, but it doesn't happen all that often for me.
i think i get there nearly every time, but i have a hard time sustaining it. and i'll notice it after i come out of it and have run a few blocks nearly on auto-pilot. really difficult to sustain through the discomfort.
didja hear about the fire at g.u.?
Yeah, that's where Britt would have lived next year. Maybe. I don't actually know, and she hasn't been admitted yet (she will be). Prob. they would have put upperclassmen in the nice new apts.
hey i hear there's gonna be a nice apt at e. 808 augusta...
I spoke too soon and too confidently, sadly. Britt got her letter denying admission to GU yesterday.
She's not happy and neither am I. Britt's GPA is nothing special but not that bad, either. Her test scores, same thing. I was so sure that the family ties, which she took great pains to point out in her application, would be a clincher.
Grrrr.
awwww FURUSTERATING!!! so is that it? the end of that road? no more familial strings that can be pulled? ya know, greg met and spoke to the school president (i think) outside of the dorm fire... maybe you could work that angle...
I'm kind of letting it settle a bit. I want to gauge how great is Brittney's desire, and go from there. I've drafted a letter to the dean of admissions that politely points out our family ties once again.
It must be a tough job being dean of admissions.
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