Today, we got up just before 7 a.m. and it was still relatively cool in the house.
The kitchen was buried in left-over paper plates and dirty dishes... so much so that the coffee had to wait.
Mike and I found ourselves to the sink and started washing. It took less than an hour to do the whole thing. And I really like our dance. It was easy and we were together and got to talk. Rehash the party. Remember what we laughed at just last night.
Yesterday was the hottest day of the year so far - 98 - and set a new record. Today, was just as hot.
This morning, when dishes were done and coffee made and kids finally woken, we went to breakfast at The Coppell Deli and then to see Revenge of the Sith.
I am a poor movie goer. And it's even worse when the whole of my childhood is being
"prequeled" on the screen in front of me. The soundtrack set to full-bore emotional stun.
By the time we go out of the movie, it was too hot to do much of anything. I retreated to the computer to do some design work for Michael.
And so it happens that after an hour in the park with Mike's sister Liz, her husband Kelly, Talullah, Riley, Alec, Katie and Cowboys and Indians magazine, after dinner at Anamia's and a two-hour drive to and from Mansfield, I searched out my orthodics, stretched a jog bra over my extraordinarily sunburned back and shoulders and set out for my first training run.
I went once around the east lake in the Andy Brown Park Complex. I think the whole route is about 1 mile... if I'm lucky.
So. that's my first trip. I am feeling mucho better for having exercised.
Every step was wierd. There is pain. And imbalance. There was spasming in the left Glute and there is tingling all over and tension in the ankle and the outside of the left knee is tight and beginning to ache.
I am hoping that this, tonight, is as bad as it gets. I am hoping that this is the time - the inevitable time when it hurts more to not run. When I can push through the pain and find relief on the other side.
Only time will tell, but I know this is how it will end. At some point the end will begin.
Maybe it was tonight.
Sunday, May 22, 2005
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