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The World is Too Much with Us

by William Wordsworth

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon,
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers,
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.–Great God! I’d rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.

1807

I mostly just want to post from my phone, but I do also want to keep track of my progress as I make my way back into the world of running.

Sarah and I met Sunday morning for a 4-mile jog around Lady Bird Lake trail. It was good to run and run on the trail. I’ve really missed it. We got to cheer for Run for the Water racers and felt slightly guilty for not volunteering (we were captains of a water stop last year).

Best news is that my foot didn’t bother me during or after the run.

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Today was a glorious outside day. We took our kids and 4 neighborhood kids to the park where I ran 3 miles. So, whoop-de-doo, you say? Well, I’ve had plantar fasciitis since July. PF took over my life in a cruel way. I didn’t want to walk to the kitchen for fear of intense pain in my heel and foot, and running was not even on my map. For months, I have just wanted to walk and stand without pain. I honestly didn’t care if I ever ran again if I could just go about normal life without pain.

My foot is still sore a lot, but I’ve been able to slowly build up to running. I started barefoot in grass several weeks ago. It’s been up and down with the running just like this entire injury. One day, my foot feels good, and then I’m back to grimacing with pain.

However, today is a new day. I hope to fall back into running regularly. I miss it and my running friends. Let’s hope my foot is happy tomorrow, so that I might see those friendly Gazelles soon.

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We adopted a dog this summer. Lilly is a 9-year old dachshund-beagle mix. She’s really good at escaping from our fence, and she’s really fast, much like her adopted father.

Well, of course she fits right into our active family. David signed her up for the Doggy Dash 5K. That sweet girl ran the whole way, tugging on her leash held by little boys who needed a slower pace.

We are so proud of all of our kids for finishing this 5K, but especially Lilly!

Sunday morning, summer’s end.
Monday morning, school begins.
Last day for carefree wisps of fun.

Sunday evening,
Stomach tightens, anticipating.
A weekly ritual begun.

I never win anything, and technically, I still didn’t win anything.

I nominated Elijah’s teacher, Michael Massad, for Mix 94.7 & Whataburger’s “Austin’s Favorite Teacher” contest. Well, he won! They picked my nomination. I was giddy because Mr. Massad deserves this award. I wish I had my nomination letter to post.

More Photos (you’ll have to scroll through Track & Field)

And here’s Heather Rivera’s blog post.

Congratulations, Mr. Massad!

A forgotten post
waits for an uploaded pic
penned may 17

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i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart)

I shared those lines from the famous poem with Joshua tonight. I had written them years ago to my father on Father’s Day (back in college when I had no money for a gift so I made a gift). It’s overwhelming at times to look at my children. My cup runneth over.

The Summer of Creativity is dawning. I’ve put running and exercising on the shelf for lots of reasons. I’m not interested. I’m extremely busy. I don’t care. I’m tired. I’m not training for anything. I really should exercise, but other interests tug at my minuscule amount of spare time.

Cooking is really fun. Baking is even better. Watching the mama bird get food for her chirping babies in my back yard is so peaceful. Sipping tea and reading is luxurious. Watching Joshua’s baseball games is what spring is about for us. Listening to Elijah play the piano while doing dishes is life. Running? I think I am ready to play soccer again. Not in a league though. Maybe just kick the ball around in the yard with the kids. I need new cleats though.

I did run with Joshua at Chuy’s Hot to Trot. He’s 7, and this is his first 5K.

For David

Peach blossoms bloom a
soft pink smile to you and me.
Wedding day tribute.

This poem is from our wedding, read by Aron during the ceremony.

“At the Wedding March”
by Gerard Manley Hopkins

GOD with honour hang your head,
Groom, and grace you, bride, your bed
With lissome scions, sweet scions,
Out of hallowed bodies bred.

Each be other’s comfort kind:
Deep, deeper than divined,
Divine charity, dear charity,
Fast you ever, fast bind.

Then let the March tread our ears:
I to him turn with tears
Who to wedlock, his wonder wedlock,
Deals tríumph and immortal years.

Today is our 10th anniversary. Happy Day for Familyvance!

Cool spring morning rush
Ebullient boys on the stairs
Regret fills my heart