Today

...kind of messed up the taper.



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Four days to Miami.

Spring Forward

One way to avoid the reality of winter is to plan for spring.

Paul and I just registered for The Toronto Goodlife Half Marathon to be held May 5, 2013 in Toronto.

Lots of stuff between now and then, including races in Miami and Vancouver and a two-week, non running stint at an ashram in Trivandrum, India.

Happy Trails.

Signs

I saw this while running this morning in Leon, Nicaragua:



This is me across the street:



I saw this online before my run:



Ten days to Miami.

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Extremes II

From A Toronto city beach




to the practically deserted Pacific Paradise of Poneloya, Nicaragua.




I should be starting to think about the exhale of training: the taper. I still need to put at least another longish run in...not that easy to do as I balance time between developing educational materials for a pilot project in rural Nicaragua and running in the heat. Still, though, a beach is a beach.
Half marathon in Miami is coming up January 25. Even better is that my husband Paul, who scared the shit out of everyone by having a heart attack and triple bypass surgery last summer, may run the race with me. His doctor has cleared him for it. More later.
Talk about gratitude.
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Extremes

In the last two weeks, I've gone from this:



to this:



May all of your dreams come true.

Happy New Year!

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Happy holidays

Next race: Miami: January 25, 2013. Stay tuned for interviews and more. I have been meeting some wonderfully inspiring people.



Peace for the new year and beyond.

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Grief and Twine

Joy and woe are woven fine        
A clothing for the soul divine        
Under every grief and pine        
Runs a joy with silken twine.

Do you think William Blake is onto something about running?

At this time of year, many teachers I know claim to die a slow and mainly meaningless death by paper. Paper cutting, editing, grading, revising and shuffling. I don't mind so much because I can't imagine doing anything else, or rather I can't imagine procrastinating the doing of anything else. In fact, I'm not much good at anything else, except for this reading and writing business...and even then. I've got the twine, for sure, and some of the joy and woe. I say now and forever, long live William Blake's "mind-forg'd manacles", but here's to getting out of that rut.

...and "through the world we safely go", with our bus pass, house keys and whatever gets us from point A to B.

Happy running or whatever it is you do when you're not thinking about it.