Into the Microphone.

This morning, miracle of miracles, I managed to get myself to a 5:30 spin class. I hadn’t made that class since this summer because I haven’t had the pressure of Ironman training to get my butt in gear quite that early in the morning. I do get up at 5:10 to meet my friends to run at 5:50, but getting up at 4:40 to make a 5:30 spin class is a much bigger challenge mentally. Maybe because the alarm time begins with a 4? Anyway, I made it, and my instructor made it a sweet morning for me. Continue reading

Calming The Nerves.

I’m having one of those days when there’s so much going on that I have to stop and write towards clearing my head or else I’ll dip my hands into this and that and the other thing but not actually get anything done.

I had a lovely weekend at a Jeanne Guy Gathering where time seemed to stand still and I was present in what we were doing and what I was writing. I slept well. I ate well. I enjoyed the company of an amazing group of women. I called Mom and one trusted other but otherwise kept myself huddled in the security of a safe circle of women who listen and don’t judge. It was incredible. And now, just 24 hours later, I’ve had a poor night’s sleep, and I’m a frenzied mess. How did this happen?

I think I know. Continue reading

A Good, Cold Run.

I wore three layers, a hat and gloves, but I still felt a deep chill on my morning run today. My hands froze during the 30-something degree run, so much so that, after the run, I struggled with the zipper to get into the pocket of my outer layer that held my car key. I fumbled with getting the key into the car door, and I had to use two hands to turn the key in the ignition. Then at the gas station, I had a hard time punching in my zip code and selecting my fuel type. It was just darn cold.

But I ran, and I enjoyed it.  Continue reading