Fun Equals Pain

Today I discovered a new twist on the idea that “fun” equals “pain”.

Today’s fun – a two mile walk with two spurts of running added in because I felt too good to run just once.

While this was a major accomplishment for me, the feelings of joy diminished greatly a few hours later when to my agony, my right foot unceremoniously cramped.

Due to the morning’s joyful running, I am now denied another joy – walking barefoot around my house.  While massage, and later ice, offered relief to my poor foot, only the wearing of shoes provides for limp free walking.

When I was young and much healthier than today, I would have bemoaned such an annoying injury.  Today I have learned to celebrate my “battle wound” with ice cream and a good ole’ sappy movie.

Saith Me… Hope

When natural forces wreak havoc, does it help to know you are part of a shared calamity?  Or does the magnitude of nature’s devastation isolate you in a feeling of despair?

Have hope, for if you are still alive to hope for a tomorrow, then today is still a blessed day.

 

 

* shared the clip later.

Saith the Husband… Running

Today my husband ran 6 miles for the first time.  As he has reminded me, it has taken 19 years for me to convince him to attack such a feat.

His comment at the completion of the run was, “After covering 6 miles, I have determined Nike, Suacony, Asics and Brooks are all fine, but Honda is still better.”

Vacations

You know you have reached exhaustion when unpacking the souvenirs seems beyond your ability.  It is strange how the excitement of a vacation can push you past the aches and pains of a tired body.  You can walk further than you normally do, sleep briefly and restlessly night after night, and unhealthily for days on end, all with continued stamina.  Then you arrive home, drop your bags, cringe at the piles of mail, dread the laundry and want to sleep all day.

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Rainstorms

I love rainstorms. Can’t say I like the wind, but I don’t mind the lightening.  As a kid, I enjoyed watching the lightening from the safety of the garage.  Now, I enjoy watching the lightening from my bedroom window.  I listen to the rain splattering against the roof.  Hard rain or soft, it comforts me.

When in college, I enjoyed running in the rain. Only the presence of a hurricane seemed to bring the turbulent, lightening filled rainstorm of my youth.  Often the rain was warm rather than cold and biting.  Running in the rain was reminiscent of childhood post-storm puddle-jumping, it would always make me smile.

Last night’s rain was hard and heavy. We needed the rain; a lack of winter storms has left the ground too dry.  Sprinklers and drip system cannot replace Mother Nature.  Good heavy rain now will go a long way in helping our plants grow and survive the summer.

Rain unaccompanied by strong winds is a rare thing on the Eastern Plains of Colorado.  Sadly, last night’s rain was accompanied by a couple twisters.  Luckily for us, we are well north of where the tornadoes touched down, and our rain, while heavy at times, was pleasant.  It was hard to wake up and learn that the comforting storm which brought life sustaining rain to our land, left a path of destruction on land to the south. It was a reminder that the good and the bad go hand in hand.  Joy and sorrow, the time eternal contrast which gives life its meaning are often the companions of the Colorado rainstorm.