YES. I haven't been able to write about it (in Penryn, drove), but it was this awesome swim-run thing that nearly killed me but made me feel like a BA (shortened it). I don't know if you can tell from the pic, but I went for the sports bra over my swimsuit look for the run - very fetching. Oddly, I was the only one in the entire race to sport this look. We have SO MUCH catching up to do!!
Running through my neighborhood, I found an epic hopscotch game—yellow and blue and pink and orange stretching 343 squares into the distance, each with a distinct shape and carefully designated number. As I ran along side it, I thought about the time and care involved in such monumental hopscotch, but mostly I thought about the thrill of that first square, kneeling down and looking out at never-ending sidewalk, wondering and delighting over how far it might go. I ran up to Tucson Boulevard and then turned around to pass by the hopscotch again. Weaving around the chalk lines, I decided that it was time for me to start writing again, to start writing and to mean it. About every six months I grab my Ferris Bueller diary and make a solemn vow to write on a regular basis; I write something that seems stirring and important, and then I forget about it for another six months. It’s never really that stirring or important, but it’s the act, the practice, the moment of kneeling down on the sidewalk that I miss, and maybe even need, in my life.
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hey, i don't know what this is. you did a race?
YES. I haven't been able to write about it (in Penryn, drove), but it was this awesome swim-run thing that nearly killed me but made me feel like a BA (shortened it). I don't know if you can tell from the pic, but I went for the sports bra over my swimsuit look for the run - very fetching. Oddly, I was the only one in the entire race to sport this look. We have SO MUCH catching up to do!!
Sooooooooo, it's been a month. Post something!
okay, over two months now. seriously.
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