whelm
Sitting in the sunny window this Saturday morning with my coffee, feeling calmer about running than when I blogged yesterday.
Last night I dreamed I was being forced to move to New York City, making me desperately sad.
I've been feeling a bit overwhelmed and displaced partly, I think, because I've been seeking and taking in too much advice about running––even encouragement can be destabilizing.
I'm in my second running class; I've met three times with a personal trainer; I'm taking a nutrition/weight management class; and, as always when I do something new, I've been researching: reading, and watching stuff on youTube, including a documentary about Steve Prefontaine and probably too many seductive Nike ads.
Good stuff, but all this pulls me off-center. My original intention was just to trot at my own pace (slow) a couple-few times a week, not to train for the Olympics. When I recall that, I feel fine again.
I'm going for whelm as a noun––a flow, or a heap of abundance––, not a verb.
So, now I am going to the co-op where I saw fiddlehead ferns for sale, to buy some to paint.
This afternoon, when the sun has melted the ice, I'll go for a little trot.
[Note on the weather: It's April 20, yes, but we had a snow storm the other day, and it's still thawing and freezing, making for slippery surfaces.]
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Last night I dreamed I was being forced to move to New York City, making me desperately sad.
I've been feeling a bit overwhelmed and displaced partly, I think, because I've been seeking and taking in too much advice about running––even encouragement can be destabilizing.
I'm in my second running class; I've met three times with a personal trainer; I'm taking a nutrition/weight management class; and, as always when I do something new, I've been researching: reading, and watching stuff on youTube, including a documentary about Steve Prefontaine and probably too many seductive Nike ads.
Good stuff, but all this pulls me off-center. My original intention was just to trot at my own pace (slow) a couple-few times a week, not to train for the Olympics. When I recall that, I feel fine again.
I'm going for whelm as a noun––a flow, or a heap of abundance––, not a verb.
So, now I am going to the co-op where I saw fiddlehead ferns for sale, to buy some to paint.
This afternoon, when the sun has melted the ice, I'll go for a little trot.
[Note on the weather: It's April 20, yes, but we had a snow storm the other day, and it's still thawing and freezing, making for slippery surfaces.]
I am following you running adventure with interest, as I'm working on getting strong enough to start running again, too.
ReplyDeleteOh, I'm glad it's of interest, Crow: I would LOVE it if you'd post about how you're getting stronger too!
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