Sun didn’t shine today in Portland. In fact it rained. You’re surprised right? Yea, didn’t think so.
Still, it was a glorious day.
After five consecutive sleepless nights, I slept peacefully. Not only did I sleep peacefully but I had pleasant dreams. I never remember my dreams. I usually just remember bits and pieces that don’t seem to make any sense and there is always a feeling they leave me with. Last night was no exception. I don’t remember anything that makes any sense, except that, aside from me, there was one other individual throughout them all. The dreams, whatever they were, left me feeling peaceful. Not sure why I hadn’t been sleeping before, but today I woke up feeling good, rested and just happy. I love it when that happens!
I did a lot of humming today at work. For no particular reason. Ha! I might have sung if people hadn’t continued to come in and out of my office! I love Jason Mraz — his music makes me smile, no matter what’s going on. I was humming his music today. . . .
“Open up your mind and see like me, open up your plans and damn you’re free, look into your heart and you’ll find love, love, love, love!”
And a little bit of Train . . . .
“Forever can never be long enough for me to feel like I’ve had long enough with you. . . ‘
I just felt good today.
The weekend ahead is one without my kids. As is generally the case, a few men have asked for a bit of my time. Today I had the pleasure, and I do mean pleasure, of turning them down. I’m just not interested right now. Spending time with any of them seems counter productive to me. I woke up with that thought on the tip of my tongue and it stayed with me all day. It made me giggle when I heard it come out of my mouth talking to one of the guys. I wonder what he thought the giggle meant, since I didn’t explain. I giggle a lot, though, so maybe he didn’t notice.
Not sure what will go on this weekend, other than running. 4 on Friday, 7 on Saturday, 11 on Sunday. Which seems weird since I ran 15 last Sunday. But alas, I look ahead and find that I get to run 17 next Sunday, so go figure. I’m not questioning, I’m just following Mr. Higdon’s counsel. Looking even further ahead I did see one potential problem with Mr. Higdon’s training schedule . . . the Sunday I’m in Puerto Rico I’m supposed to run 20. Hmmm, not sure that’s going to happen. Not sure what the work around is. I will run Saturday’s 5 on Friday before I leave. That’s a no brainer, but 20 on Sunday? Not sure. My friend runs, but I’m not sure he’d be thrilled with me saying “Hey, why don’t we run 20 miles on Sunday, just for fun!” Maybe I’ll run twice. I’m sure I can get him to run something with me. 8 or so, 10 if I’m lucky. Then maybe I’ll run again alone. Maybe I’ll just let it pass and make it up to Hal when I get home. I’ll figure it out when it comes time to figure it out. . . . When I get back from San Juan I’ll be tapering at two weeks out — but I will have already run 20 once, so I should be okay. Truthfully, I’ll have followed this whole training thing so perfectly minus the 20 miles while on vacation that I can’t imagine it will harm me. And if it does, I simply won’t be able to blame it on Hal. I will be running my second marathon of the year 7 weeks after the first — I can make it up to Hal then, if missing my 20 messes me up. I think he would understand.
Anyway, today was a good day . . . nothing bad to report. My heart is grateful. . . . I hope the same is true for you!!