4.5 miles
veterans home and back
56 degrees
Still struggling with endurance, still showing up. How much of this is mental, how much physical? The sixty-four thousand dollar question, as my dad used to say. I think it’s both, but probably more mental. Maybe the lexapro is already kicking in, but my struggles aren’t bothering me. After the run I thought, these struggles will make showing up at the marathon start line, then finishing 4-5 hours later, much more meaningful.
It rained this morning, so everything was wet, even the air. Everything was also green. Green green green. Any other colors? Nope, not much to break up the green. Green green green green green.
10 Things
- lush green, dark, on the part of the path that goes below the road
- puddles
- a woman ahead of me, running, wearing only one compression sleeve on her right calf
- a group of kids walking to the playground at minnehaha
- a much bigger group of kids walking near 42nd — a long line, 3 across, took me 10 or 15 or more? seconds to pass them
- gushing water near the ravine by the oak savanna
- the bright yellow crosswalk sign — my bee — was muted in the gray sky
- crossing the bridge high above the creek, all green, no view of the water below
- lush green, dark, on the steep hill descending to the locks and dam no 1
- a pile of e-bikes parked near a bench — black with blue accents
paean to place/ lorine niedecker
Before my run, I started writing out, by hand, Niedecker’s poem. It’s so long! My hand started cramping up. I had to write slowly to account for my visual errors, like not seeing the words I’ve already written and writing words almost over them or above them instead of below them. The slow work is good, giving me time with each word and line.
Here’s one line I’d like to make note of:
Not hearing sora
rails’s sweet
spoon-tapped waterglass-
descending scale-
tear-drop-tittle
I wondered, what does a sora sound like, so I looked it up and listened. Yes, it sounds like LN described! Listen here to calls 1 and 2.