Sunday, December 20, 2009
Sunday, December 13, 2009
On hot chocolate: "It flatters you for a while, it warms you for an instant; then all of a sudden, it kindles a mortal fever in you." Marie, Marquise de Sévigné, 17th century
I did get to do a 7 mile run with my friend Sally though, and we had a great time...talking the entire way, catching up on her Hanukkah festivities and my preparations for Christmas.
I ended up in my kitchen tonight making Homemade Hot Chocolate with Marshmallows.
I know this is a short blog tonight, but I am going to leave you with one quote that I love. I saw it again yesterday and it made me think of all of you -
“There is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and it will be lost.” — Martha Graham
PS. Next weekend, I will share the adventures of the 15K race and prepare for the December name drawing!
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Getting ready for the Ted Corbitt 15K run on the 19th , this weekend I planned what seemed to be a harmless 5-mile run. It was a gorgeous day – a bit chilly at 35 degrees, so I broke out my thermal gear, running pants, neck gaiter and earmuffs, stocked my iPhone with new downloads, and out the door I went!
Enjoying the new tunes and skipping down the street, my toe hit a little part of the raised sidewalk…panic set in when I realized that I had actually tripped.
This must have been the longest trip ever. It must have taken me about half of a block to fall – tripping over my feet, over and over again…it was as if I had fifty feet attached to the bottom of my legs, all of which were scrambling for some kind of cadence to get back on track.
There was moment in there somewhere, where I was quite optimistic in my ability to regain balance and control – then darkness set in and the clouds loomed -nope, I was not going to get out of this one. I had to resign myself to the fact that I was going down…
Some random, rather fragrant, yet creative obscenities poured off my tongue and into the wintery air.
My hip hit first…then my knee…then my ear (yep, you heard me right)….elbow…and with one final roll, I was on my back looking up at the sky cross eyed – I closed my lids, then reopened them to stare for a moment and took a deep breath. Neighbors and shop owners surrounded me with looks of shock and awe …terrorized almost. I got up, brushed myself off, adjusted my jacket and confirmed to the rather large crowd that I was okay and limped on as I untangled myself from my iPod headphones. The look on the lady that tried to help me up will stay with me for the rest of my life. Her mouth and eyes were wide open the entire time.
Geez, I am so clumsy. This reminded me of a similar fall that I had two years ago on the West Side bike trail, while listening to "Life is a Caberet" by Liza Minnelli (don’t ask)…
Anyway, I thought of just turning the corner to go home and then thought ya know what? If this were a race, would I quit? No, so decided to run the rest of my miles – I only had 4 more to go. It wasn’t until the last mile that it really started hurting.
When I got home and was greeted by Jeff who was puzzled as to why my earmuff was torn. I shared my adventure with him, while he poured hydrogen peroxide over the open wound – OUCH! And then applied some Neosporin. He has seen it all over the last 8 years…I have no ego left in front of Jeff. He loves me just the same and just listens to the stories, laughs, and bandages me up.