4.5 miles
reverse veterans home
64 degrees
Since my blue running shoes seem to be bothering me, I decided to try out my bright yellow shoes again. It felt so strange to run in them for the first 5 minutes, like everything was discombobulated. Awkward, wrong. Slowly I got used to them, but they didn’t feel okay until mile 4. And they never felt great. Sigh. Am I going to need to invest in different shoes?
10 Things
- so many cars on the road, zooming past, fast!
- the falls were gushing white foam
- a line of surreys waiting to take over the paths and annoy Scott
- 2 people sitting on a bench, another next to them in a wheelchair, all of them laughing about something, having fun
- passing a couple, overhearing the guy saying something cliched — I wish I could remember the expression — I think he was being ironic
- 2 dozen middle-schoolers (I think?) running along the trail — spread out, some fast, some much slower — a track team?
- stopping at the huge boulder that looks like a chair, a person emerged out of the oak savanna
- a biker’s bright headlight cutting through the trees
- big groups of people all around the falls
- the faint chiming of the light rail’s recorded bells
A good run — not the best, but definitely not the worst. Other than my feet burning near the end of mile 3 (thanks, warts), I felt strong and fit. For the entire run, I listened to an audiobook that is due in 3 days: The Buffalo Hunter Hunter / Stephen Graham Jones. Such a great book, and difficult/painful to read as it forces me to confront the violence against indigenous peoples that is the inheritance of all settler colonists. The violence in the book (it is a horror book about a vampire) is not gratuitous but reflective of the horrific violence done to American Indians in order to take their land.
holes 3
Today I cut out the words of the poem and pasted them on the essay. Realized after I did it that I should have numbered them — one of my main ways of guiding the reader in what direction to go when reading the words. Oh well, this is only a preliminary version. I played around with how to thread it — from the upper right hand corner to mimic my blooms poem, or in the center and all around. I like the center better. I told RJP that I liked to try using a bigger needle for the center — the eye — and have the thread go through that. RJP told me I need a tapestry needle. Time to go shopping again!
Next up: play around with light to create shadows. As I worked on this thread technique, I wondered if it might not work better for another of my poems about the strings unravelling? Instead of thread for this one, maybe I should focus on playing around with shadows a lot more? Fun!