Breathing In, Breathing Out

It can't really be March 29. All I can do is say, well OK, and post a few photos that have been piling up. After I do, it's off for a little 10-miler by the Bay.

A week ago Friday I had a great little SF run, north along the Embarcadero. It was a perfect spring day.

I made it to the top of the hill, where I joined the other tourists snapping pictures from a scenic overlook. That's the GG Bridge w-a-a-a-y in the background, Ft. Mason in the foreground.

 Last Sunday, I did my longest run to date in this current training that is targeting the Ave. of the Giants Marathon, on May 3. I did the old run/walk--run 15 minutes, walk 1 minute--for most of the 15.41 miles. This photo was taken the following day because on the actual run I managed to disable both my camera-phone and my digital watch. Typhoid Mary works out. (Ps. They are both working again.)

Later in the week I went out for speed. Blinding speed in my case, of course. Hee hee. Anyway, I passed this beached boat along the way. When I get myself out the door, I never know what I'm going to see.

In other news, Z's surgery has been moved to April 3, which is next Friday. To be OK during this time. I'm working on staying present in my mind and in my body. Yesterday I went for my first real swim of the year. My ribs enjoyed the stretching, and even that old war injury (from almost three years ago) in my shoulder let me know it was present. Being present is really my only choice, although I'm amazed at how often I lose sight of that.


Comments

Gorgeous Nerd said…
I'm glad to see another post, and to see that you're still getting out there. My thoughts are still with you and Z, of course.
1:49 PM
Sunshine said…
Blessings, love, prayers... hoping all has gone well.
4:04 PM
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Trying to Make Lemonade

Image
What am I meant to learn from the challenges being thrown at me these days? That I am strong. That I am loved. That life goes on and can be good. My favorite nephew congratulated me for making lemonade when I'd been handed lemons--not sure his belief about me is justified, but I deeply appreciate the notion. Plus, I have an actual lemon tree in front of the house, so I've been practicing my tangy-beverage making. My ribs have healed up well. I'd say I'm at about 95%. I'm glad my minor medical matter is clearing up so I can turn my energy to a more major one: Z is scheduled for big-time surgery on March 31. He is calm; I am calm. Aaaaaaack! Oops, I meant of course I'm serene. The procedure he faces, which involves patching up some crucial circulatory parts, is a common one, and the success rate is high. But still. Send good vibes our way, if you'd be so kind. In other matters, I did run 10 miles Saturday. The run itself went well--I went down to the Bay Trai
Read more

By the Numbers

Image
10.62 -- Number of miles run (per MapMyRun) 16 -- Number of Miniwheat biscuits consumed for pre-run breakfast 3 -- Number of red lights waited for 159 -- Number of days since hip injury 5.5 -- Number of backyards along trail being eaten alive by morning glories 2 -- Number of couples arguing as they walked along 1 -- Number of chocolate Clif Shots slurped on run 12 -- Number of dogs being walked 4 -- Number of songs playing in my head at various times 10 -- Number on a scale of 1 to 10 representing my happiness over being healed
Read more

Where's Elizabeth West?

Image
Elizabeth will be back someday, perhaps as the author of a best-selling novel. As part of a New Year's campaign to be more accountable, I've decided to abandon my nom de guerre for the purposes of this blog. Yep, Elaine is me--now you have the Full Monty . To borrow from Stephen Colbert , may this be the beginning of many posts of truthiness. As your reward for reading this post, here is the special gift of an image I captured today from one of my favorite webcams . Note that in the image the time is 9:13 am. I believe I've posted a Chita image previously (maybe a couple of years ago?) but I wanted to do it again. Chita is in Siberia. Chita is always cold and usually dark. Its citizens, who carry on their daily lives as if they are living someplace reasonable, are for me the embodiment of courage, so I love watching them lurch around as the camera updates the scene every eight seconds. As you enjoy our current chilly weather, just realize that if a Chita native came here t
Read more