I feel vibrations in my feet when I stand on the stairs, after I’ve come in from a run on a weekend morning. I like to think it is the past residents of this old building buzzing through the place; I close my eyes and imagine they are leaving impressions of their lives. I trust […]
We do not often speak of the Wall, of leg cramps, hunger, rain, or hills in reverent tones. In each of us lives a desire to be challenged, to keep on, to stay in when the road gets hard.
Maybe the resolution last year would have been more successful if it been “Remain celibate and joyfully single” rather than the trap-door-open-for-sex-and-entanglement wording: “Remain joyfully single.”
I think I’m running the Royal Victoria Marathon this year for Sarah; Oct 1, 1992 – Oct 5, 1992. Sarah Estelle Jean Klassen Wotherspoon was born five weeks early, but she weighed 5 lbs, 10 oz – a healthy weight for a preemie. It was a Thursday. The pediatrician expected a good outcome, despite her […]
I make it sound oh so beautifully romantic but in all honesty, running is hard for me and I think it always will be, but within that physical struggle, there is something else there that brings me closer to the earth, closer to me.