Man, it’s been a good month. New Haven, of course, was 6 hours of perfection, encapsulating everything that makes New England summer enough to get through winter.
Then, and I’m terribly, terribly lax – I spent the better part of 4 great days in Ottawa. Got to run with Warren again. Scratch that – we’d biked together before, so we got to run together for the first time. There were talks of other runners and life, and I got a great tour of a town which I am sure is now buried in snow, not to emerge until spring. Canada rocks.
Other than that , training for San antonio is going well, mostly because I’m actually doing it. Funny how that works.
If I can digress for a moment. Of course I can. What I should have said was “let me digress for a moment.”
I’ve begun to realize that I’m one of those folks whose mind perceives life as a series of stories. (merlin Mann did a great series on “the wire” on his blog if you’re interested) Now that running has become a regular part of my life, the arc is incorporated into the mundane.
Which isn’t to say that I won’t be running – on the contrary, it’s now something akin to sleeping or breathing.
But it is offered as a bit of explaination as to why posting here will be kind of light until I figure out where the next narrative will go.
In the mean time, I’ve got some wonderful threads going on elsewhere -work is increasingly interesting; I started the night program at the War College; Jake is having a blast in soccer and Nate stuns me daily; and I’m increasingly involved at church.
I’m still around – if anyone out there passes through New England, drop me a line and we’ll see if we can mesh schedules to go sweat. Or have beer.
Life is good. I cannot wait for the story to follow.