Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Running in the rain

I ran in the rain today. If you know me, you know I don't like rain. I don't like to be cold, first off; and I don't like to wear wet clothing.

But I ran in the rain, and it was good. My knees are hurting me, not a lot but a little. I found a dollar on my run today, lying wet and sad on the ground. I put it in my pocket and took it home.

And I splashed in puddles. That was my favourite part.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

The ugly cake

 

I'm making green tea cakes for Bunny, because she's leaving next week and I promised her I would.

I have not much experience cooking; I'm something of a perfectionist, and I'd rather never do something at all than try it and fail. I want everything to come out just right the first time, and every time.

Life doesn't work that way though, and I have learned that particular lesson enough times that you'd think it would stick by now.

I was feeling a little sorry for myself as I made these tonight, until the last one came out of the steamer. It looks like a little cake-explosion, all lopsided and imperfect, sitting amongst some very lovely tea cakes. This should bother me, but the sheer ugliness of this particular cake makes me want to gobble it up and throw the others out.

I won't, because they're not really mine anymore; but I think I will make Bunny split this ugly one with me tomorrow.

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Saturday, March 19, 2011

Saturday

I saw a runner on the trail this morning. She had on great clothes and cute shoes and a baseball-style cap. She was maybe in her 50s, a little bit overweight, and looked like she was really struggling.

We met eyes, and she gave me a little thumb's up. We shared a big grin and I felt a part of something larger, just for a minute.

I ran with a buddy just under 3 miles; when I say that I ran, I really mean that I spent some time running and some time walking. I think it counts though, so I'm sticking with "I ran". My pace is getting slowly better, and I didn't feel like wheezing or dying.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Running

Oh, yeah. I'm a runner. Perhaps you've seen my widget? That's how committed I am.

It's a funny sort of thing, running. I've taken it up and put it down a few times over the years, and I've never enjoyed it. I never really got past the "I hate running" stage.

My friend, Bunny, is this fantastic runner. She's very good at it, and it's impressive and motivating watching her run. She's leaving soon, moving across the country, and I've recently got this idea that I should be running with her. I'll miss her desperately, and I'm enjoying running with her.

It occurred to me that I could have done this with her years ago. I had a little cry about that a few days ago, sort of kicking myself for not pursuing this sooner. I realised that even if I had, I would have grown bored and dropped it eventually (this happens to me, I'm a bit of a flake). As short as my time is, I'm glad I'm doing it now. Now it means something really special to me; there's a value here I may not have understood otherwise. I feel like she's passing on her running spirit to me, a little bit 'o Bunny that will stay with me wherever I go.

I wonder if she'll let me cut off her foot and keep it on my keychain?

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