There and Then Back
A week-long trip to parts unfamiliar has to be by definition a week-long trip to a different frame of mind. I just came back from a trip to Hawaii with my nearest and dearest (husband, sons & their wonderful wives, grandchildren), and am here to tell you that in the course of a week my frame of mind wandered every which way, including up--and even down. When we arrived Saturday night, I was leaning toward the down end of the spectrum but figured it was the lack of sleep--we had gotten up at 3:30 am to catch the plane. The next day was one I don't much remember. But I know that Monday I awoke early--time for a run. Yay, right? I still felt a bit logy, but went out to meet the dawn anyway. I've been running strong lately and so thought a steep trail heading through the woods to a bluff overlooking the ocean would be just the ticket. It was the ticket, all right--only it felt like a ticket to a heart attack. My pulse shot up and my breath became a memory. As I sl...