As time passes, we can either hold onto what’s comfortable and avoid changing, or we can let it shape and change us. Sometimes, it happens so subtly, that it takes a milestone of twenty years to force us to look back in amazement at how far we’ve come in that time.
I would like to share a story, one that isn't over but one that has a satisfying little click of purpose. Of forward movement.
And as with all good stories, this one has a beginning even earlier than what it seems.
[doldrums: plural noun] dol·drums | \ ˈdōl-drəmz 1: a spell of listlessness or despondency 2: a part of the ocean near the equator abounding in calms, squalls, and light shifting winds 3: a state or period of inactivity, stagnation, or slump Erin: all of the above (except I am most definitely not near the equator)
Is regret just shame hiding in nostalgia?
It makes me wonder, how much do I, do we, hold onto even when it’s served its purpose, even when we’d be not just okay but maybe even thrive without it, and yet we stubbornly hang on because we’re afraid of the fear and the sadness?
Much of what I write still stems from seeds planted and nurtured during runs... Lately, a lot of my thinking has been about running itself, and its role in my life and my relationship with it.
In response to The Economist’s invitation to respond to their cover editorial on Medium. My dad died just over two years ago, at the age of 69-going-on-50. His heart stopped beating as he was doing his morning exercise routine at home. My dad, who thrived on routine and health. So much so, that the most… Continue reading My dad
On my hellacious recovery run today (6 miles in almost an hour, don't make me go check my Garmin), on which my legs weren't exactly sore from yesterday's half but just felt like they had aged about 100 years and the wind blew the rain sideways into my face, I got thinking about how much… Continue reading Controlling tendencies
Thoughts from today's run (10 in 1:24:37)1. I love how a morning rain makes everything clean, even the sunlight. 2. I should probably slow down a bit, I want to have a strong run but I also have a half on Sunday that I want to do well in so it's a good indicator of… Continue reading The voices in my head.
I am currently planted on my friend L's futon in her UES apartment watching football and recovering from not just yesterday's festivities, but my entire crazy week. I'll recap:1. Last weekend, I had an amazing time running the Reach the Beach relay with my awesome online running friends. We distance runners are usually so focused… Continue reading My boring blog post.