Some people develop a wishbone where their backbone should be
Wednesday, September 28, 2011“Catch on fire with enthusiasm and people will come for miles to watch you burn.” - JOhn Wesley
I remember when I first started running in my neighborhood. I ran down a hill through the block between 4th and 5th Avenues. Then I walked back up that hill and ran down the next block. People were sitting on their stoops cheering for me. I was cheering for me.
I have a lot of time off work for Yall Computer and other holidays coming up. I want to take this time to put a lot of time, energy and effort into myself and my place on earth.
I remember the first time I went for a fall run and was worried that I wasnt going to sweat enough for it to count, and then I felt my lungs fill with brisk clean cold air and the dark morning streets were lined with fairy lights and my heart exploded with love.
I would like to be able to say that I exercised every day (even if its a very light long walk) over the fall break. I would like to accomplish this medium term goal to reinforce that my long term goals are achievable because its ME.
I remember the first time I surprised myself and ran all the way to the Verrazano Bridge, its beautiful pale blue and silver expanse stretching out before me like the Golden Gate’s platinum twin, and my legs were like, LOOK UV! NO LIMITS!
I would like to be able to say that I invested in my surroundings, my bedroom and my home, because I am worth having a place to call my haven in the cold winter months, which torture my southern blood like only a Texan in Chicago in February could understand. I deserve a warm, loving, quiet nest. TO warm my bones and to come home to.
I remember the first time I threw caution to the wind and decide to just keep running until I couldnt anymore, and just see where I end up. As I crossed the Brooklyn Bridge, I stretched my arms out to the side, threw my head back and let the smile cover my whole face, feeling the sun and the wind on my sweaty skin and know that I was actually flying through the air from Brooklyn to Manhattan.
I want to love my quiet moments in the morning, when Im no longer flipping opff the girls in my motivation collage because they are so pink and happy and covered in sand and IM staring down the barrell of 50 inches of snow. Because… if im honest with myself, Im closer to being one of those girls than I am to being who I was in past winters. I want to slide out of bed and workout in the warm yellow light of my bedroom, laying on the floor doing situps and planks and pushups. Tying my shoes and peeking through the pale gold curtains at the dark world waiting.
I remember evening runs… pretending to be a jewel thief in Chinatown, with the James Bond theme on my iPod, running for my life, crossing my fingers to find Daniel Craig, or maybe Jonathan Taylor Thomas, he lives in this neughborhood, and he’s missing, I should rescue him. He’s probably legal now.
I want to get a routine going, in the dark mornings, strapping up my sneakers and breathing out, in heavy puffs, the ugly, the painful and the sickening and breathing in the clean, the pure and the fresh free newness of a day. I want to start my days like that again, not trudging along because I made a promise to myself, but floating along because I remember how much I love it.
“Celebrate what you want to see more of.” Thomas J Peters
“Everything is created from moment to moment, always new. Like fireworks, this universe is a celebration and you are the spectator contemplating the eternal Fourth of July of your absolute splendor.”-Francis Lucille
“Never again clutter your days or nights with so many menial and unimportant things that you have no time to accept a real challenge when it comes along. This applies to play as well as work. A day merely survived is no cause for celebration. You are not here to fritter away your precious hours when you have the ability to accomplish so much by making a slight change in your routine. No more busy work. No more hiding from success. Leave time, leave space, to grow. Now. Now! Not tomorrow!” - Og Mandino
“To dare is to lose one’s footing momentarily. Not to dare is to lose oneself.” Soren Kierkegaard
“Most people live and die with their music still unplayed. They never dare to try.” Mary Kay Ash
“It may be those who do most, dream most.” Stephen Leacock
“Dreams can often become challenging, but challenges are what we live for.” Travis White
“Life only demands from you the strength that you possess. Only one feat is possible; not to run away.” Dag Hammarskjold
“You are never given a wish without also being given the power to make it come true.” Richard Bach
I remember Fall.
I want Fall.