In lines worth underlining, quotes about writing on March 14, 2012 at 12:45 am
I stumbled across this poem last year and thought how often I’ve had that sensation when reading books that truly spoke to me: ‘How did he/she get inside my head to write this?’
I want to write something so simply :: mary oliver
I want to write something
or about pain
as you are reading
you feel it
and as you read
you keep feeling it
and though it be my story
it will be common,
though it be singular
it will be known to you
so that by the end
you will think—
no, you will realize—
that it was all the while
yourself arranging the words,
that it was all the time
words that you yourself,
out of your heart
had been saying.
In lines worth underlining, reading on March 5, 2012 at 1:42 am
“… I want him to know what it clearly seems to me: that if it’s true your life flashes past your eyes before you die, then it is also the truth that your life rushes forth when you’re ready to start to truly be alive.”
Amy Hempel, The Collected Stories
In run reports, running on March 5, 2012 at 1:38 am
Miles, that is.
I crossed the 5-mile barrier for the first time today and lived to tell the tale. The execution wasn’t pretty or fast – there were walking breaks aplenty – but I covered the distance, and MY KNEES HELD UP.
This is big. Even if I never ever make it 5 or 6 miles (six is my target for a race later this month) running the entire way, the fact that my knees and lungs hold up for that distance under any circumstance feels like:
a) A huge milestone after my fits-and-starts, ailing-knee-plagued training over the past year and a half.
b) A good sign for the future … maybe my knees can handle running, after all.
A few years back, my girl got a lead role in a school musical based on the ‘Tortoise and the Hare’; when she found out that the speedy Hare actually loses the race, she was TICKED. Her logical first-grade brain assumed that as the Hare, she would win, and I think first-graders like to win even more than your usual human being. But she sucked up her indignation and did a beautiful job.
The competitive side of me really, really wants to be a graceful, speedy Hare; I see them all around me, and I want to finish half marathons and marathons at impressive speeds like they do. But all indicators point to me being a perpetual Tortoise, and as in the story, my wish is for this Tortoise to win the prize that matters – being able to get outdoors and blow off 3-6 miles’ worth of steam three or four times a week, for years to come, at whatever pace keeps my knees functioning.
Cracking the 5-mile mark — and actually enjoying it – feels GOOD.