I have been doing a lot of running lately. It is unlikely that this surprises anyone, my family least of all. But this training cycle is a bit different. My sights are set on Moose Mountain Marathon, the shortest distance of the three fall superior races. I have run a few trail races including the spring Superior 25k (an out and back that covers that last portion of the fall races), but this is my first trail marathon and it could take me upwards of seven hours so I need my body in tip top trail specific condition. Fortunately, my longtime running buddy Rose is an ultra-runner. For the last few years, Rose has been encouraging me to sign up and train for a longer trail race. "If you can run a road marathon, you can run a trail ultra," says Rose. I've been hesitant to commit for a few reasons: 1) time it takes to train for a trail race (driving time to trails + more time running=more time away from home) 2) amount of energy it takes to ...
I am trying something new. I set my timer for 20 minutes. I haven't been writing or journaling for months (years?). I so enjoy it yet there never seems to be enough time to formulate what to say in the way I want to say it. Yet, I am truly my own gatekeeper here, not time herself. So, I'm trying a new kind of writing practice. I will give myself the gift of twenty minutes. No more, no less- with the assignment of simply moving words from my brain to the page. With only twenty minutes, I can't edit myself, get stuck on searching for the exact word, or any of the nonsense that prevents me from writing and sharing in this space. My favorite astrologist suggested that I look back 8 years ago and reflect on the journey that I began at that time. 8 years ago was 2013. 8 years ago was the birth of my first child and my crossing into motherhood. What journey did I begin? Where did I set out go and where did it take me...
The Longfellow Lights Committee gathered Friday evening to put the finishing touches our awards and head out into our neighborhood to determine this year's quality light displays. All members of the committee were filled with cheer including the canines in the party. We took judging very seriously. Considering all decisions with equal weight. Our first award, a snowman, immediately fell apart and an air of disappointment filled the crisp winter air. Fortunately, the judges took the collapsed award in stride and the evening proved to be a success. Highlights included: a police officer playing holiday music from his loud speaker so we could enjoy a coordinated music/light three house display presenting an award to a homeowner in person. She was frightened, then overcome with holiday gratitude. an on-looker directing us toward a miracle on 34th street. (see video included above). The evening closed with food and spirits ...
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