4.5 miles
john stevens house and back
38 degrees
Sunny and warmer! Shadows! Clear, dry paths! A great afternoon run, even if my left IT band started hurting…again. I was able to run on all of the walking paths, even when they split off from the bike path.
Listened to kids, cars, chainsaws, and some guy with a DEEP voice as I ran to the Steven’s house and The Wiz on the way back.
10 Things
- the light was lower — it felt later than 2:30*
- a walker with a big white dog
- the falls seemed to be rushing more than on Monday
- a sour sewer smell near the John Steven’s house
- kids yelling and laughing on the playground
- a bird flying low in the sky, off to my side, almost looking like a fluttering leaf
- the soft whoosh of the light rail nearing the station
- the bells ringing as it left the station
- my feet feeling strange, awkward until I warmed up
- the buzz of a chainsaw echoing across the gorge
*the light reminded me of the line from ED:
There’s a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons –
But this light wasn’t oppressive. It was warm and welcoming.
I’m continuing to plug away at my haunts poem, even though I was feeling burned out yesterday. I decided to read Lorine Niedecker’s “Lake Superior” and the translator’s afterword for Perec’s How to Exhaust a Place. It helped and I think I had a break through this morning. Now I’m looking to Sarah Manguso’s Ongoingness and 300 Arguments for inspiration. My focus: restlessness and stone and water. And, 2 mantras: 1. let it go and 2. condense! condense! condense!