Lisa and The Beasts

Saturday, February 05, 2005

I had a great run this morning.I think I have to give up alcohol for this month too. I had two glasses of wine last night and it was fine but I didn't sleep well and I didn't like waking up knowing that I chose two glasses of wine over lifting weights.....for a few reasons but none the less. The run in the woods produced more lactic acid that I am used to, I think because I took it too easy this week with all the working out. I am going to do weights this afternoon and one more run so that the mutt will stay tired. I have some studying to do but not the kind that stresses me out all weekend.Today was just a beautiful day.The run in the woods brought a rush of emotions and memories, it was good. I thought back to being a child and planning with my friends our outing. We were notorious for taking off in the early morning hours to go hiking. We'd let out about 5am with backpacks stuffed with blankets and food. I never went too far but it was a bit of a hike. The one time that really hit was when the temperature had dropped to 17 below and I was staying with a friend. My mom brought me more cloths and mittens because she was not sure I would be warm enough, ((((((hugs)))))) moms are great. I was 7. But I still remember that day and the next morning. With our backpacks stuffed at the last minute we decided that we would roast Cheerios over birthday candles, I guess I was attracted to fire even back then. Not I just seem to start the fires. We made the trek up the mountain and huddled against the rock face we waited on that December morning for the sun. It would be nearly an hour before it came up, we were freezing and laughing from the pain of it. Fire. Of course, birthday candles don't produce much heat and would have gotten a serious whippin' if we were to set the hillside on fire, we weren't even suppose to have matches or candles for that matter. But there we were, freezing and trying to warm our little hands over the candles. Forget it. With the bankets wrapped around us and before the sun was up we headed down that rocky mountain. Rocks jutting out, rocks we thought might just be the backbone of the devil, where do children get these ideas? We climbed down and as we got to the pasture the sun began to rise, we still saw the sunrise but we couldn't hold out huddled together up there in what might have been some degrees below zero. I and this same friend would end up having so many adventures and would both lose our mom's too early. She lost her mom before we turned 8 and I would lose mine less than 8 years after that. It is not sad, much like these memories are fun to recall, I have a special place in my heart and soul for those that no longer exist here in their physical form. So, when I hit those trails I carry everyone with me, I take pictures in my mind that I want to share. I have stories that I tell as I run up, as I watch my dog run further and harder. I have these tales that I can tell but it never take writing or talking to share them. It is just my way and it makes me feel like a part of everything, a molecule in a complicated structure.