4.75
veterans home
64 degrees
The heat broke. Yes! Still overheated by the end, but much easier to run in the 60s than the 80s. Did my 9/1 again. About 2 minutes into the third segment of running, nearing a steep hill, I briefly contemplated taking another walk break. Then I remembered that I took an extra walk break around the same time yesterday. This might become a habit, I thought, so I decided to keep going. Make it to the top of the hill. Make it to the parking lot. Make it to the bench above the edge of the world. Then I was at 9 minutes. Victory!
Before I went out for my run, I revisited CAConrad’s TL;DR and their advice for listening:
listen to the most immediate sounds in the building. Let the layers reveal themselves, shifting to what you hear further away, then further.
When you feel you have heard everything, wait. Sit there a little longer, listening for the faintest of traffic in the sky or a faraway rumble.
As I ran, I listened for the the layers. Running above the falls, on the other side of the creek, I tried to listen to what was beyond the soft rushing of the water over limestone. Cars, a train horn, birds, my foot steps. I tried to listen for voices at the overlook. Did I hear any? I don’t think so.
10 Sounds
- a car, whooshing by me on the street
- a few pebbles crunching under the wheel
- the soft knocking of a woodpecker
- kids laughing on the playground
- the creek, tumbling over rocks
- the soft rush of the falls
- scraping — someone working on the new trail below me
- the clicking of a roller skier’s poles across the road
- the sharp clanging of a dog collar
- the shifting of a bike gear
what is a tree?
Yesterday, walking on the gravel road that leads to the cedar lake beach, I noticed the husk of a tree — a sad-looking trunk with no top and no branches. When I pointed it out to Scott he said, that’s not a tree. Trees have branches. Even little trees have branches. Running today, I suddenly wondered about a tree’s root system and what was underground. Can that define a tree? Looked it up, and according to several sources, there is no universal or official scientific definition of a tree. The generally accepted idea is that it has a single, thick trunk, branches, a root system.
run 5
broke
still
again
about
third
steep
world
cedar
below
heard
water
think
wheel
creek
trail
beach
skier
break
might
extra
habit
bench
sharp
thick
I have a third wheel habit.
again, water, my break below.
a beach bench thick with habit
trail-think, creek-think, beach-think: one is still, one sharp, one thick
world — break what broke again
steep bench habit
beyond the linear layer, a wheel world could be heard
floating again
I returned to Anne Carson’s Float today and found many delightful things in her pair of lectures, “Uncle Falling,” including this:
Uncle Falling / Anne Carson
I like to write lectures. My favorite part is connect-
ing the ideas. The best connections are the ones
that draw attention to their own frailty so that at
first you think: what a poor lecture this is–the
ideas go all over the place and then later you think
but still, what a terrifically perilous activity it is,
this activity of linking together all the threads of
human sin that go into making what we call sense,
what we call reasoning, an argument, a conversa-
tion. how light, how loose, how unprepared and
unpreparable is the web of connections between
any thought and any thought.
CHORUS 1:
Here’s a thought
CHORUS 2, 3:
Here’s another
CHORUS 1, 2, 3, 4:
How about getting from here to there
CHORUS 4:How about spending some time in mid-air
CHORUS 3:
Much depends upon the fact
CHORUS 2:
that one falls
CHORUS 1:
or one does not fall
swim: 3 loops
open swim lake nokomis
80 degrees
A wonderful night for a swim! Warm water, hardly any chop, no glaring sun. So many sparkle friends and bubbles and muscles being worked. And, a ferret on the loose? The lifeguards caught a ferret and kept asking if anyone was missing a ferret. I felt strong and fast and free — no worries about getting off course. Who cares? A great swim.