Tag Archives: nature


Because It Makes A Difference

So, I’m sitting here having a text message conversation with someone who I used to work with. She is 4 months down the “just diagnosed” trail. Prednisone for 4 months, MTX for 4 months. She just switched to my Rheumy … Continue reading

A Different Time A Different Mindset


It’s pager patrol week.. again. And it started out to be a bad week. I got paged for stuff all night long. For stuff I had to try to keep ahead of that I had no control over. It got to the point that I was getting paged about every hour and I would jump so my databases wouldn’t fall over and then I would try to do something between pages. It wasn’t working.


I tried to go for a real run. It was SIXTY SIX degrees at 6:330 in the morning. I wanted to get out in the gorgeous morning so bad. I made it three tenths of a mile and got paged. I ran home and did my magic. And got really upset because I really wanted to train… to run… to get out in the beautiful day.
I finally got talked into at least trying to go around the block. I finally sucked it up and tried my run.


And it made all the difference in my day.


I was GOING to go out into the dark. My race is in the dark. I keep thinking I need to train for the dark. But when I finally went out, it was daylight. And in that, it made so much difference. I got to see some of the prettiest morning glories climbing and creeping and shining in the sun. It wasn’t so hot that they shriveled right away. They were stunning.


I got to race a couple toddlers on bicycles complete with training wheels. The sidewalk was heavy with mud from the bike tires. The rain brought the cooler weather and the mud and brought out the giggles of kids racing a weird lady walking very fast through the neighborhood.


I saw blue jays (who did NOT want their picture taken even from reasonably far away), five of them, munching worms (presumably) in the yard.


But I did see the neatest bird with a read head. He was really neat. I thought he might be a woodpecker… but I think maybe he was a dove.


Ad I ran, I listened to music. I talked to the trees, and the flowers and the birds. They listened. I thought. I changed the way I thought.


I ran some, walked some. I ended up actually doing the run I do most days. Not the long run I was supposed to do, but based on the training plan, my “long” run should be about the run I do anyway.


Was it runners high that I felt as I walked in the road, sweat dripping down my neck?


I don’t know. I do Know that I felt better after the run, and the day looked up. I still love running through the dark, but… it made all the difference yesterday.

Pager week will never be conducive to my long runs, but I feel so much better for even getting in my short ones.


The Souls of my Feat

I’ve seen several takes on ‘The Soul<s> of my Shoes’ lately.  On tumblr and wordpress and lots of places.  It started me thinking (and reading) and more thinking… Looking at pictures of where my feet have been… thinking of where … Continue reading

It’s All About Where You Look and How You Look At It

Can you see the beauty and the magic?

Can you see the beauty and the magic?

So… Can you see the beauty?  Or can you only see the garbage?

I was on an adventure… camera in hand (duh) and there was a huge, stinky, overflowing dumpster.  Garbage was all around on the ground.  And, there he was, fluttering through the refuse,  on his own adventure?  Do you see him there, on the purple something?  He’s just sitting, quietly.  I have pictures of him dancing through the refuse.  

It really is all about where you look and how you see it.  People passed him.  No one really stopped to see.  Some saw the butterflies dancing in the flowers (although not nearly as many people as I would have thought).  But him?  No one stopped to see him.  No one hesitated in their hurry to pass to stop and see.

It’s been a contemplative few days.  He reminded me to stop and smell whatever I pass.  And to really really see.

Now,  the fog’s rolled in.  The room is quiet (well, it is 3 am) but outside the sounds of the city are starting to poke at the edges.  


On Remembering You’re Imunocompromised

So… I’m sitting here freezing even after my hot bath. It isn’t all that cold, but, yeah, well, it is what it is. Raynauds… the gift that keeps on reminding you it’s there… and MTX… and… eh…. More than that, … Continue reading


Cold Front Friday

So… it was 91 degrees Fahrenheit yesterday. That’s about 33 Celsius if anyone  reads this who lives in a place where that is more common (as in ANYWHERE but in the US… ). About 9 last night a cold front went through.  Windy and … Continue reading


The night before tomorrow

So, here I sit.  I’m tired, but the world is crawling around in my brain.  So here I sit, Tomorrow I go see my Rheumy for the first time since I was sent for my MRI.  The first time I … Continue reading

188 days and counting

ImageUp… Hobbit Feet on… lots of water… out the door and into the darkness.  My favorite time to “run”

It was so quiet this morning.  Crickets, owls, and just a little bit of traffic.  Into the dark, into the quiet.

It was a fast walk… 1.7 miles out and 1.7 miles back.  I was going to do the big circle, but there aren’t nearly enough lights in the park at o’dark thirty to make me feel even halfway safe, so after a quick drink next to the pool, I turned around and retraced my steps.


Lion King and songs from the 60s kept me company.

By the time I got back to nearly home, I was cooling down to Yoga Walk.  Hair dripping sweat down my back.  Hobbit Feet feeling the road.  Stretching and listening to the quiet…

I feel sore but the shower helped… Eggs for breakfast… coffee and water… and… I can so do this again…  which makes me feel amazingly good right now