I am going to run this morning. We are having extremely odd, extremely warm mornings. It is 65º now... in mid summer it is not even this warm pre-dawn. By the end of the week this should be changing, so I am going to get out and enjoy it now. I will get out and run, probably for the last time this year in a skirt and a shirt without sleeves. A commenter last week said that all running ever got anyone was tired.... well, I have to tell you that yesterday running got me a pair of blue jeans in the size I "think" I wear. The first ones off the rack. The first ones I tried on. And they looked great. And the best part? The price tag originally said $79., then $29.99, and then 40% off that, so they were $17.!!! Touchdown!!!
Running also got me a stress test in April that scored my risk of developing heart disease in the next ten years as 1%. One percent. And I am 57 years old.
So, I love running. And when I can force myself the self-discipline to do it, the rewards are almost immediate and they are astounding. One of the most immediate is the lifting of my mood. And my mood has needed some serious lifting in the last week.
A wonderful commenter came by last night and told me how to solve the problem of the website that had hijacked my blog. I had absolutely no idea that a default setting on blogger has your blog "feeding". Well, my blog doesn't feed anymore, and it immediately disappeared off the offending website. Thank you, thank you, thank you Chris R.
(I have such better energy in the morning - I just want to write and write and write - which is very different from the way I feel at night... but just one more thing.....) At work the other day, I was in my old department doing some audits. There is a new woman there, the rest of the staff have been there since I was the director. The new woman was trying to be cute. When I was talking with one of my old friends about my goal to run a marathon in 2010, new woman piped in "they have these half-marathon things for woman who are over 40!" So, I smiled and said "how nice," or something like that. She wouldn't stop. I finally told her that I have run 5 half-marathons, and I would now like to run a 26.2 mile marathon. I talked with my friend some more. For some reason this new and extremely cute woman said the weirdest thing on earth about my training for a marathon - "maybe you could start your own blog - on the internet!" Wow! Ya Think? On the internet? Maybe!
Let's all stay sober out there today, OK?
8 comments:
Yea! For Chris R!
Just went back to read the problems with your blog...thank goodness that got resolved. Laughing about the new girl...she obviously couldn't take a hint. :-)
Glad that the blog problem got resolved.
The weather here is great, with highs in the low 70's. I'm loving it.
Regarding the new girl...ahhh, youth. We are all full of ourselves when we are really young. Heck, I'm still full of myself on some days.
Running..you either love it or hate it. I don't think there is any in between.
Being proud of yourself is invigorating. We had no follow-through when we were drunks. I love the line in the BB where it says "we drank to have bigger dreams" because I did have dreams back then and getting loaded and talking about them was a favorite pastime. Sobriety brings out many gifts we didn't know we were capable of having. One of my favorite things is making things happen with my hands--stone sculptures, decoupage, floral design, writing poems, tending my garden. What great gifts my Higher Power has for me so long as I don't take that first devastating drink. Have a blessed day.
Chris
Glad you're running and able to do the whole discipline thing. You remain an inspiration and a hope for me.
Blessings and aloha...
She probably thought she was going to have explain I-n-t-e-r-n-e-t to you, I hear women over 40 are getting into that too.
RUN MARY RUN.
That is a FUNNY story you closed your post with; THANK YOU.
So often we think we know what's best for other people, that we can help them by telling them what would be good for them, and have absolutely NO IDEA of how things really are for them... what a FANTASTIC example of that!
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