it seems like another life ago that i was living on the upper west side (it was). i would run down amsterdam avenue and meet my sister on the corner of 94th street outside famous famiglia to go for our 6:15 am bitter-ass cold run.
no matter how uninspired i felt waking up those mornings, i was sure to get my butt out the door to meet her. something about the expectation she had of me, the routine of it, the shared experience, made it work.
over the course of my running career i have found a variety of inspirations, cues or goals to facilitate that nudge you need to get out of bed and put your running sneakers on. i had not had any such inspirations cues or goals in about 7 months.
but for the past three days i have gotten up and ran. partly because i was only a block away from a beach, and it seemed like too good of an opportunity to waste. and partly because if a group of 8th graders could do it, i knew i could too. it felt nice to get that kick of inspiration again. i'm hoping it will last.
*photo taken from the web - i still dont have a charger for my camera battery
3 comments:
run carmen run!
yeah cookie !!
When I think of you, I imagine you running with head held high and strong thighs effortlessly propelling you forward. It is both a literal and figurative image. Miss you, tk
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