Thoughts on Running

When I was in high school, my brother and I spent one summer running.  I can't remember if we were training for anything, but we'd get up early in the morning and head out, three times a week.  If you know my brother, you'd know we were sort of odd training partners.  He's 6'1" and I'm 5'2", so I was basically taking two steps to his one.  He liked to talk, and since I was really focused on air consumption, I did a lot of listening.  I'd have thoughts, opinions, things to add, but since I needed to focus on putting one foot in front of the other twice as often as he was, I rarely vocalized.  

It's been a while since I've blogged.  The last few months have been like the middle of a long race...head down, one foot in front of the other, thoughts streaming by with no breathe to spare.  I'm sure if I go back and reread this blog, somewhere I've written about how it's good for me to process things by writing about them.  But sometimes you have to pick and choose what good you're going to make time for (knitting a little, exercise) and what you will lay aside for a while.

Life has raced by in the meantime, and I'm not sure I'm ready to give up on this completely.  The tantalizing promise of change (that different will be better) is ahead of me with the start of a new year and a new semester.  No matter what happens, at least I've got these cuties to keep me company.