Shannon is about to run her very first half marathon on Saturday and I am so proud of her. She’s been doing training runs over ten miles which is longer than I’ve ever run at one time in my life. Remember when I used to be addicted to running and working out? Yeah, I’m not anymore. But I want to again. I joined NYSC two weeks ago. It’s a short walk from my house.
We didn’t have power for eight days. Halloween was ruined by a freak snow storm that left 900,000 people in Connecticut without power. I hated a lot of things in that short span of time that felt not at all like a short span of time. Now that life is back to the way it was I’m thinking about things differently. I’ve spent my morning off reminding myself of all the things I like about my life and myself because I seemed to have forgotten.
The more time I spend away from the place I grew up, the more I realize what I had and why I liked it and what I like now and why. Even a move nine hours north can call things into perspective in a way that makes everything feel new. Maybe it’s my age. Either way, I stare off into space more than I ever have. It’s made me a less aware driver. Or maybe that’s the constant mind-numbing traffic?
