5.3 miles
ford loop
64 degrees
Felt strange when I started my run and wasn’t sure how much I would be able to do. Ended up doing the ford loop. What a morning! Still too warm, but lots of color and sparkles and golden light. My left knee continues to feel strange before I start and during the first mile, like a rubber band is crossing over the kneecap. Is that a tendon or a ligament? No, looked it up: IT Band. It doesn’t hurt at all.
IT Band? Guess it’s time for some more fun with medical terms!
IT, the Halloween version: Stephen King’s IT
- Stephen King’s Inconsistent Talent
- Stephen King’s Iffy Takes
- Stephen King’s Incandescent Tadpoles
- Stephen King’s Insatiable Teacup
- Stephen King’s Indigo Trash
- Stephen King’s Iconic Terror
- Stephen King’s Inedible Treats
- Stephen King’s Irritated Throat
- Stephen King’s Itemized Tally
My IT Band is already feeling better!
Running past the Horace Cleveland Overlook, stopping to fix my headphones, I noticed the river through the trees. Wow — a shimmering, sizzling white. Smelled something sour just south of the Monument. Heard a roller skier. Saw 5 or 6 single rowing shells on the water, encircling the coxswain’s boat below the Lake Street bridge. Greeted several people — runners and walkers. Stepped on dead leaves on the ground. Heard the St. Thomas bells and water tinkling at Shadow Falls.
Another great poem on poets.org this morning. Here are a few lines:
excerpt from This Is Not a Horse/ Blas Falconer
A hoof implies the presence of
the whole horse. A saddle implies
a horse and a rider.
How much information do we need to recognize/identify a form? Only a hoof? The curve of a back? A giant eye?
Earlier this morning, working on Girl Ghost Gorge and the idea of restlessness, I wrote:
worn out / exhausted / made still
worn down / eroded / exposed
worn in / familiar / used
worn in = an accumulation of experiences, having a context, a history, a substance/substantial presence, lasting through time, enduring