I started today with a run. You know what I’ve found? Before I go to bed, if I set out the clothes I’m going to wear in the morning, it becomes a no-brainer to go for a run. I mean, for the most part. If you’re going to sleep, you’re going to sleep, and some days there’s not a damn thing that can be done to change it. But, most of the time, this simple maneuver gets me up out of bed, and onto the trails before I even know what’s happening. It’s like you’ve already scheduled it into your subconscious calendar, so it’s automatic.
My point being, that I set out my clothes last night, and went for a run first thing this morning. A longer route around the lake, to turn the 2.7 of the shoreline trail into a 4-miler. Easy peasy. Except that I was wearing a new pair of socks, which are smart wool, which everyone swears by, but I can’t get behind. They’re still wool, and they still itch a bit sometimes, and I’m already damn picky about what I wear on my feet. So, the run was sort of whiny and bitchy, and I stopped 3 blocks from the house and removed shoes and said socks, and happily walked the remaining distance barefooteded.
I worked from home today, which is always lovely. After the run, I had some coffee, and started to work. I took a short break mid morning to read a bit, because I am currently experiencing the wanderlust, in anticipation of a road trip to KC, then Denver and maybe the Black Hills, and this book has got me roped in:
I saw this featured somewhere a few months ago (and yes, it may have been in a trashy People-mag type publication), and thought it sounded interesting. When it came up in the library queue, I scanned the prologue, which, I suppose, really has to be the most dramatic piece of the whole book. It read a bit too indulgently, somewhat reminiscent of “Eat, Pray, Love,” which, while a decent read, is kind of unpleasant somehow. I picked “Wild” up again another day, just to give it one more chance before returning it to the masses, and found that it’s really good. The woman is from Minnesota, so there are all manner of references to this great state. The bulk of it, when she’s on trail, rewinds my mind instantly to all those ill-advised backpacking trips of the college years, the love and the hate and the dehydration-induced drama and waterworks… She makes it funny, poking fun at herself and seeing the humor in her surroundings and inner dialogues. It’s mildly painful. And yet… it’s got me thinking about that old Dana Design holed up somewhere in the basement.
popped into my head. And I felt a little less wild.