4.1 miles
river road, north/south
65 degrees
humidity: 75%
Yesterday, it was almost 90 degrees. It will be in the 80s all this week. Ugh. I’m ready for cooler weather! I felt okay during the run, but now, after it, I’m wiped out. Thankfully, the sun was hidden behind a thick layer of clouds. I ran the entire first mile, then the second with one walk break in the center, and the third: run 3 mins, walk 1 min.
10 Things
- 2 packs of male runners, around a dozen in each pack, a gap of 20 or 30 seconds between each — the U of M or Macalester or St. Thomas cross country team?
- exchanged greetings with Mr. Morning! He was wearing a bright orange t-shirt
- some more red leaves as I descended into the tunnel of trees
- 3 stones stacked on the ancient boulder
- a steady stream of cars on the road
- a man standing above the limestone steps that lead to the Winchell Trail near the trestle, waiting
- someone sitting at the sliding bench — have I ever sat on the bench? it looks too precarious, right on the edge of a steep slope
- the crack just north of the trestle is still cracking
- a bird: cheesburger cheeseburger cheeseburger (a black-capped chickadee)
- the Welcoming Oaks are still green
My mom died 16 years ago today. I wanted to think about her on the run, but I was too distracted by my effort and the humid conditions. For the second half of my run and part of my walk home, I listened to my “Doin’ Time” playlist. Some lyrics in the last song I heard made me think of my mom. Time will heal from Time Song/ the Kinks. I thought about how much time has passed since Mom died and how I feel her absence less intensely than I used to. I wouldn’t call it healing; just finding ways to live with the grief.
listing
I want to include some 10 Things lists in my Girl Ghost Gorge collection. Partly because they are part of my practice, and partly because the writing of lists, and the gathering of things noticed that listing involves, is a way to create substance to my ghost-like, untethered self. It is also a way to ease my restlessness. The idea — if I write enough lists, I’ll get tired and/or stop being so restless and unsatisfied. I’m not sure how many lists to do. Maybe 4? One for each season?