Haiku for the day
Cool spring morning rush
Ebullient boys on the stairs
Regret fills my heart
Cool spring morning rush
Ebullient boys on the stairs
Regret fills my heart
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. Care to share…TwitterFacebookEmail
I thought living vicariously through my husband would keep me a fit and a happy runner. Oh, I’ve continued to run so as not to fall totally to the wayside, but for some reason, my plan hasn’t worked. I remember a long run in the summer – a 10-miler – where my knees started hurting…
Why is running on a treadmill so horrific for me? I honestly think treadmill pace/mile times are off. G-tree and I have had this discussion before, but I think I’m running faster than the treadmill shows. How, you ask? Well, my breathing is a good indicator. I sort of know when I’m huffing and puffing,…
Ah, running. What can I say? Humid, sticky long run last Friday morning with Sarah, Barb and Leslie A. Felt like a moist spring viagra from canada morning. Doesn’t G-tree dislike me saying “moist” or was that someone else? G-tree, here’s a “moist” shout-out for ya. 😉 Circuit is still one of my favorites. Can’t…
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…
It’s the last day of National Poetry Month, and the wind has been howling here in Boulder for three days. It’s been an obnoxious wind making me wonder if it’s worth it to live here. In honor of the wind and National Poetry Month, I’ll share a draft of a poem I wrote on a…