In places, running on November 20, 2011 at 2:56 pm
Went on my second run in three days just now; both were slow and included many walking intervals while I try to get back in the groove after giving my knee a break for several weeks.
Friday’s run was especially perfect — in that the day was beautiful, temperatures were cold/cool, my knees hung in there, and cerebrally/psyche-wise, it was glorious.
In my life in general at the moment, there is a vat of stress at hand that is big enough to drown in, so running through those beautiful woods is a respite I’m more grateful for than ever.
Even without outside stress, I feel intensely grateful to have reached this point in my life with good health and the ability to go out and feel my heart pumping and my legs and lungs getting stronger.
In writing on November 15, 2011 at 12:15 am
A couple of years ago, frustrated by an encounter with a grownup who didn’t appear to have learned basic kindergarten rules about playing well with others, I began thinking about my young daughter. Kids hear so much about rules and manners from so many directions as they grow up that it must seem overwhelming sometimes. I started thinking about what Big Life rules have shaken out as the most important after 40-plus years. How would I pare it down to one or two all-purpose things that would be easy for a kid to remember? (My version of the golden rules, I guess?) This is what I came up with …
In running on November 6, 2011 at 1:34 pm
Haven’t run in what seems like years (more like 3 weeks), but today’s the day … a beautiful fall day with what may be the perfect running weather … sunny and cool but not freezing. And it’s the day of the New York Marathon, where Greta Waitz is to be honored, I believe, so that adds another layer of good karma.
I hope all that perfection around me will seep into my knees and let me run and not limp.
In the month of Thanksgiving, I am absolutely thankful to be able to run.
In reading on November 1, 2011 at 10:19 am
From The New York Times’ Well blog:
A mother looks back on her son’s decision to dress like a girl for Halloween, and the surprising national controversy it generated. But lost in the discussion, it seems, was the real message of her son’s costume choice.
I came across this essay today via Twitter and immediately recalled reading Sarah Manley’s original post last Halloween when it went “viral.” Her eloquent look back one year later is something everyone should read, whether you’re a parent or not; most of us, child or no child, spend time with young people and have an influence on the messages they grow up with about what’s “okay.”
My favorite outtake from the piece:
”I think what became so clear to me from this experience was that children are not born hating anything just because it’s different. They learn it. And with the ever increasing list of child suicides tied to bullying, it is a cycle that must end.
“It is our job as rational human beings to teach our children and those around us that it is O.K. to be different. It’s O.K. to not conform to every single thing. It’s O.K. to be who we are. We can’t bow to that lowest common denominator.”