Just Write 5 ~ Nourished

By | February 5, 2013 3:30 am | 0 Comments

 

It’s 11 degrees and the wind is blowing snow into my face. I have to squint to see the half a dozen runners ahead of me and I need to keep them in sight because I have no idea where I am.

I’m glad I wore my ice cleats. I wish I’d grabbed a scarf.

We turn the corner and run uphill. And up. And up. And up. She warned us not to hold this route against her. No avoiding hills in McKean.

“I remember the first time I ran this,” Patrick says as we keep chugging up the grinder. “I thought, ‘OK, I just need to get to that crest,’ but there’s more hill beyond that.”

“Are. You. Kidding. Me?” I manage to gasp.

He wasn’t kidding. There was more hill.

Despite the peer pressure of running with a group, the hill breaks me. I walk for a few seconds to catch my breath.

We turn the corner and head downhill. Thank God. The wind is at our backs. We’re running rolling hills. It’s almost pleasant now, and we can actually talk again.  I wouldn’t mind running this route again on a warmer day–one above freezing. The hills are a challenge. What doesn’t kill you, right?  Now I see where the Rachel  gets her speed.

The weather makes us cut the run short–just 4.5 miles–very short for a Saturday long run group that typically logs double-digits.  But, today, breakfast awaits at Rachel’s place. Quiche, French toast strata, bacon, and strong, hot coffee, espresso and tea.

We warm up, we eat, and we talk about work, kids, coffee,… but mostly about running — past races, PRs, training strategies, mutual running friends, goals, future races. Then we go our separate ways to be who we are, bodies, souls and bellies nourished once again.

 

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“What ends up revealing itself when free writing is that everything has meaning. That is a magnificent gift of writing. If we write from a free heart-gut place, our souls start speaking.”

 

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