When you run that early in the morning, there is a lot of time to think. I purposely don't bring the iPod because there are so few moments in life where there is little to no noise. 3a runs are some of those moments and I'm learning to treasure them. I find myself rehashing what I thought, at each moment, were insignificant events in my life; where is the neighbor, that lived down my street when I was 4, that was always so nice to our family?, why do I remember what I was wearing to school on a particular day in 6th grade?, what about the time that my mother told me not to point at the obese woman across the street, I was 3 then?, or how about running down a silent street in the dark with the sudden urge to use the facilities...any facilities!!!...that was when I was 39 on June 15. Somehow that is the most vivid for me. There are really few things more motivating then a desperate need to find a bathroom. Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about. When everyone sees the roll of toilet paper I have rolling around in the back seat of my car, they all comment on how good of an idea that is to have there. Just make sure you tell people you got the idea from me.
Having just returned from a few days in the Dominican Republic with some old and new friends, I began to think that this year is half over. Years of planning, travel arrangements, logistics, coordination, training, begging, feeling guilty for leaving my family...its half way there. I feel better during runs, swimming is easier, hell...getting up in the morning is getting easier. I now feel like its working, that part of me is turning back the imaginary clock I have in my mind. I know that most people think this year is a ridiculous bout of midlife crises, but its really turning out to be my best year ever.
