I used to run a seven-mile loop on Kanan Road. I used to run almost every day and sometimes I would turn back at the three-mile mark instead of going all the way down the hill to the fire station, just because.
My second favorite part of running on Kanan Road was looking into the windows of the beautiful and large homes while I ran, and sometimes walked, past. There was one home in particular, probably all of 12,000 square feet and the entire street side was awash with windows. I'd slow down if the light was just right and look into the kitchen. Or the family room. I never saw anyone, really, but I would check out the drapes. And the tile. And the dirty dishes on the counters.
My first favorite part were the loud tunes in my ears and knowing that I was completely alone in my head.
A few days ago, about 10 years after the days I used to run on Kanan Road, I put on my running shoes and got back on the road. I knew that whatever damage I would do would be fixed in less than a month. And let's face it: No fewer than four male models acting as surgeon, anesthesiologist, attending, and wouldn't 'cha know as a bonus, my physical therapist will have all eyes on my naked hip and other bits on December 3rd as well.
Not that they care.
But I do.
And I want to feel good again. Look into other people's windows again. To crank Prodigy too loud in my ears again and forget about everything else for 45 minutes or so. Every single day.
Well, maybe not every single day. Maybe three times a week. And three miles at most. I promise. Because when you abandon something that is such an integral part of you, whether you abandon it due to laziness, your health, or inability, you die a little death. And it's hard to replace that joy you used to feel with anything other than something real close to the original.
For me, it's all about the wind in my hair and looking into other people's windows.
BTW: Time stood still today. I don't know what happened. I pulled out a 4.5mm crochet hook and started Track Stitch-ing this Noro Taiyo (Cotton/Silk with a little bit of wool and nylon). I started when All My Children came on. I ate a Lean Cuisine, then after One Life to Live and then after General Hospital, I looked down at my yarn and my hook to discover I crocheted over 40 inches! This yarn is wonderful for our very short cool period (we'll have cool weather for maybe three months and only at night when I never go out, so maybe I'll give this scarf as a gift. Plus, it'll be nearly 100 degrees next weekend.)
You can see how lovely this stuff is. If you think that the Noro Silk Garden is a bit vegitative, meaning full of veg matter, not that it lay there or anything, but come to think of it, it sort of does just lay there being yarn and all. You may also think that Silk Garden is rough, but this stuff is not. It's soft, lofty, and gorgeous.
I think I'll only use two skeins, and return the third that I bought.