walk: 30 minutes with Delia
neighborhood
35 degrees!
morning
Sun! Above freezing! Shadows!
10 Walking Things
- the sharp clang of something metal dropping on hard concrete
- low-note wind chimes, bing-bonging in the breeze
- standing tall, lifting out of my lower back and hips, feeling my legs ground themselves on the sidewalk
- soft snow
- the contrast between bare black pavement and white sidewalks
- drip drip drip
- bare branches 1: the welcoming oaks, the shape of their thick, sprawling branches making silhouettes
- bare branches 2: a maple’s small twigs at the bottom looking like hair
- a sizzling sound in the trees: wind on dead leaves
- a beautiful blue sky peeking through fluffy, fast moving clouds
run: 3.5 miles
godfrey and back
33 degrees
afternoon
Less layers this afternoon: running tights, shorts, tank top, long shirt, pull-over with hood, headband, gloves, sunglasses. My face was a little cool, especially the ears which weren’t quite covered by the headband. The sidewalks were sloppy and so was the trail. No ice, but some slushy snow. Encountered a few fat tires, walkers, at least one other runner. Stopped at the bench and remembered looking out at the river, but I can’t remember what I saw other than white. Oh — I saw a person climbing up and out of the winchell trail
Before the run I was listening to an interview with Jenny Odell that listened to last May. I started thinking about different notions of time and then how memories rarely follow linear time. The don’t move forward in a row, confidently attached to years. They’re all over the place and in the wrong place and on top of each other. I tried to think about that as I was running. I imagined a mess of memories filling up the gorge, but not taking up any space. Then I imagined myself running through and beside them. These memories barely left a trace and I couldn’t feel them.
yesterday’s delights
Driving us on the river road, RJP pointed out two delightful things to me: one — a biker on a fat tire doing a wheelie for at least a minute and for dozens of feet. They were pedaling forward on one wheel; the other wheel was hanging in the air. That seems hard! And two — turkeys! one flying!! and dozens more spread out all around turkey hollow.