You caught me. I haven’t run since December 31. And I’m okay with that.
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I’m going to be honest: I had only run once since the half-marathon. I can feel it in my legs…and moreso, I can feel it in my waist-line. I can give you a thousand excuses why I hadn’t made an effort to get out before the sun, but this week I couldn’t take it anymore. It has only been a few miles at a time…but it is something. And its good.
On this sleepy Saturday morning I was just finishing up my run (admittedly, I was tired) and was distracted by the sound of light-hearted guitar cords from across the street. The business with the red awnings always had music, even at that hour. I was stopped short as the bass began. I recognized the song–U2. “Where The Streets Have No Name.”
Yeah. Please add this moment to the movie you make of my life.
I want to run – I want to hide
I want to tear down the walls that hold me inside
I want to reach out and touch the flame
Where the streets have no name
How perfect. How sacramental. How very TOB.
In searching for a new team name for the Chicago Half, I came across this blog post, which defines it all well.
I had a phone interview with a documentary film producer yesterday. She found me as a result of the BUST article a few months back. We talked about Mary’s Virginity and my feelings on female priests. I have to follow up the whole thing with an answer as to how Mary was “concieved without sin”–something I hadn’t yet thought to ask myself. It has resulted in my head stuck in the Catechism.
In short, the interview went well and I’m considering whether I want to follow it up with a camera interview…who knows what it’ll lead to.
And you’re right, I haven’t been updating much lately. Nor have I been reading your blogs. I have a lot to say, but it just isn’t coming out. I’m also attempting to figure out what I’ve been doing to fill the time I’d normally be a social-network butterfly…and to be honest I don’t have an answer. I’m not really very sure what I’ve been doing and where I’ve been.
But it is nearly spring. Nearly. And I’m almost ready to come out of hibernation.
Half-marathon count-down: 6 days.
On my run this morning I spotted a sign outside the local community center advertising mother/son disco.