What began as novel and adventurous scents as I prepared for a new meal gave way to less pleasant memories of shared laundry rooms, as the smells lingered after cooking.
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Wounded knee
Maybe it was the recumbent bike.
Maybe it’s the way I sit all curled up.
Continue reading “Wounded knee”November 3
So, this post will go up on November 3rd. Here in the USA, this is Election Day.
It’s not a holiday though probably it should be.
Continue reading “November 3”2020 Virtual Challenge
Some people knew about it and started at the beginning of the year. Some people joined later in the year and set themselves a remainder-of-the-year goal. Some people joined whenever, set a year-long goal, and added their cumulative annual miles to it.
Continue reading “2020 Virtual Challenge”Boo!
6:15 (alarm next to the bed)
Turned off without a conscious thought or decision.
6:45 (alarm in the next room)
Continue reading “Boo!”The tension of waiting
For my marathon medal to stop looping through the eastern seaboard and get delivered to me…
Continue reading “The tension of waiting”A song in – or maybe for – my heart
As I type this, not as it posts, it’s the actual day of the actual Baltimore Festival of Running. I am not running. I did my marathon, twice, earlier this month.
But the air is crisp and the sun is shining. It’s a glorious Autumn weekend morning… it’s a lovely day to get out and move.
Continue reading “A song in – or maybe for – my heart”Not my holiday
Halloween is coming. My neighbors three doors down decorated at the beginning of the month, to the nth degree. Not in a creepy horrific way – thank God. Just … it’s lit up like Christmas, but Halloween. Very festive.
Continue reading “Not my holiday”Observations on overkill
So these virtual challenges are starting to go to my head or something.
On successive days this month, I walked a half marathon…
Continue reading “Observations on overkill”295 and other milestones
Every day I’ve been crossing the items off the list. I read my scripture. I get my steps. I do my Duolingo and Rosetta Stone (still both Frenching it up). I floss my teeth. I get the things done.
But I don’t always do them with joy and excitement.
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