Tarmac Meditations #33: Time Flies or Something Like That

September 5, 2010
Slept a little. Going out now to shoot the Eugene Women’s Half Marathon — first inaugural, 2000 strong. Lifted, ran a little to get my “game face” together. It’s been a long way from a Kodak point-and-shoot four years ago in Newport to here. Joe (you know who you are) put me on this road, as he had done with so many others in his quiet way. Running down the road for miles only to find out who you are and who you can be. This one is for you.

Update: “Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door” (Dylan, Clapton, Jah Levi, The Dead — like that), it’s a marathon morning. Everything, everyone, that came before got me here. The start is two hours away. I have no idea what daylight will bring. Time to lace up, quiet down, give thanks, show up. One step at a time is what I have. Not running here, but shooting it, being who I have become — different, thrilling, scary, and quiet. Time to go.

September 6, 2010 early
Shot it. Sorted it. Sent it off (mostly). Everything I know about how to do what I do, and everything I used to pretend to know how to do, came together for a few hours — 10,000+ images. Everything got covered. The Eugene Women’s First Inaugural Half Marathon is in the books. Winning time 1:14+ . Thanks 2 Richard, Jill, Nicole, Andy, William, Ivar, Jay, Eric, Richard, Lydia … and the 2000 women who made it what it was.

Time to be up headin’ east…country, out of town, gone fishin’ (with my Canon). Gonna run the early morning road miles with old friends. Gonna watch the sunrise. Gonna listen to the loons’ call and gonna remember how it is in the fall when the mornings are cold, the water is like glass, the fish are jumpin’ and the livin’ is a gift beyond measure.

September 7, 2010
Some days are missing from the journal…I’m pretty sure stuff happened but if I don’t write it down, it goes away…tempus fugit or something like that.

Up country, down by the lake…wind blew in from the Northeast, a rain wind, lightning and thunder. Felt like it always does — a deep quiet inside the majesty of a summer storm brings out in me a desire to be in front of a fire with friends and conversation or, equally, to be alone or with someone special, and a fire and an old dial-up tube radio, listening to jazz from some other place, a time far away.

The locals tell you to watch the reeds. Everything you need to know about what is and what is about to be can be seen if one looks closely, quiets the mind and lets the language of the waters speak to your heart…Minnesota morning, northeast wind, rain comin’ in.

Went. Walked. Talked. Work now, lift later. Longer run tomorrow.

Photo Credit

“Time to Fly” Photographer Padawan @ Flickr.com. Creative Commons. Some Rights Reserved.

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