The wee one is home sick, second day in a row. I'm on the verge of tears. This was a week where I would have been able to run every day. I've become dependent on running, just in the past two weeks, to feel okay during the day. I'm not sure what to do, and it doesn't help that this guy is not the best camper while sick.
My thoughts lately have been zooming all over the place, and I always want to stop and try to capture and process them, yet I can't. They wont hold still long enough for me. I can sometimes capture them in a deep thought, but my memory is not the greatest and so I sometimes want to have them written down to come back to later.
I'll see what I can do, as I am waiting for the washer to finish so I can take a shower.
Running. when I last wrote of running, I believe, it was in pure frustration over it not going well. Ha! Just a couple days later it improved, so much. I can now keep a good pace going and for a longer time. It's great and I feel great. I know I can better and I am really trying to not let those thoughts take over and just realize I am where I am right now. But I do get frustrated, especially when I see other runners. It's hard that the ability I had in high school is now lost. While I am running, I often think back to high school cross country and different memories would surface. I ran last Friday using part of our race course. We had the hardest course in the leauge. We were also the best team. during warm ups, the other teams would be walking and yammering on about nonsence in their race get up, while our team would be in our warm ups jogging, letting our muscles remember the course so they would help power us through it later, barely a murmer from the group. We were focused. I've ran with partners during practice, but we never really talked while running. Certainly a thing or two would come up, but mostly we were just there for company and security. I run alone now, my face as focused as a race morning, lost in thoughts, good and bad, or just focusing on each pace. It's going well right now, and I really hope it will only get better.
Photography. I'm not sure why I haven't spoken much of this, I've been meaning to. It's come up again, in a great way. I have always loved photography, capturing some moment or object in time forever. Just recently I upgraded and finally got a DSLR - a Nikon D60 (gold edition)> It is love. I moslt take pictures of animals, and then people. Lately food has come in, im not sure how I really started to do that. What I am saying is sounding lame and mundane, especially compared to the thoughts in my head. Always happpens that way. I haven't uploaded any pictures from the new cam yet, some maybe when I do my lovely thoughts will surface.
Walking with my dad. Some days, we walk in mostly silence. Other days it's a bit of chit chat. Or a mix of the two. Lately, towards the end of our walks, we have been talking about life. It helps to talk through some things with him - we never go deep into my problems, but he shares what he knows and has learned. I find myself saying and realizing things that I never knew before, and its refreshing to have a new outlook, even if I only remember it for a couple minutes ;)
Baking. I have always enjoyed baking, I did it a lot with my mum and siblings while growing up. As I grew, I was trusted to do it alone and just kept with it. My favorite and best is cookies, but I never fail to try out more. These past two weeks I have done a bit of baking - I made a huge cupcake for my mum for mother's day, cookies for my dad (cashew and white chocolate), cookies for my sister ("marathon cookies" with chocolate and butterscotch chips, peanuts, dried blueberries and just a bit of dried strawberries), and in just a couple days time I am going to make cookie bars with m+m's for my mum to take to class (she's a reading specialist at an elementry school). When I get my pictures on my computer, I'll have those to show off. I usually don't bake so much so often, so it was nice to be able to do. I make cookies at least once a month for my dad though. I was not allowed to bake for a long chunk of time though, cos see, the thing is, I never eat what I bake!
Ay, the wee one is crying cos he wants to play cars with me. I'll post and be on with myself.
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