After too much, too many interactions with the Great Apple folks, I finally have the earphone replacement I need for the new shuffle. How did we get so dependent on the gear that comes with running?? I keep in mind the Kenyans, the Taramuhara, the ancients who ran on a little cornmeal, and a whole lotta heart and sole. I am spoiled, over-anxious and under-confident. I make a mountain out of the small overpass, and think my 10 miles is really something.
My hip has a mysterious new pain. The bridge is open to traffic at mile 19 or 20....the weather calls for a nor'easter coming up. Shar was unable to book the workshop as I hoped.
Now its time to re-boot my expectations and forget about minutia of it all. I am so eager to get out and RUN tomorrow morning, just to MOVE, be on the GO, and escape the constraints of daily life. I am so constricted in my car, my office chair, my schedule. The run let's me get out and go, and go I must. Time soon enough to see if I've got anything to give to 26.2 miles. But in the end, it's just another loop around an endless endeavor, coming back to myself.
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