I failed to give that pumpkin a mouth on purpose because I’m not really sure how I feel about Halloween. A smile would be a total lie, and a frown would just perpetuate this persona that I’m a bunch of prickly pears walking around inside a mask of human flesh. I guess I could draw a straight line to demonstrate my ambivalence, but with everything else going on I’m not sure I have the stamina to ambivilate. What? That’s not a word? Who are you, my Grandma?
Watch this: Your not going to tell me its a grammatical err.
Today is filled to brimming with life, and I don’t mean wondrous, beaming, spinning in circles on the side of a mountain in Germany kind of life. Just, life. The things you have to get done in the hours a single day allows you. Costume stuff, school stuff, work stuff, MANUSCRIPT stuff (yeah, that one was a surprise to me, too), and figuring out how to prevent Coco from biting the kids who ring the doorbell. I could lock her upstairs but she knows how to play chess and next thing you know she’s eaten through a wall.
The good news (“I got a crown up in’a that Kingdom, ain’ta that’a good news” HOLY LLAMABALLS, high school chorus flashback) is that I ran four miles yesterday on the treadmill. And my ankle was totally fine. In fact, the run was easy. Today my ankle feels even better, I don’t know how that makes sense, but there it is. This small triumph has done wonders for my state of mind. I’m going to take it easy for the rest of the week and then try a few more miles either Wednesday or Thursday. We’re headed to New York on Friday whether I run the race or not, so the possibility remains: will Heather run a marathon with three injuries (groin, hip, ankle) having ever only run as far as 13.2 miles? I mean, is anyone really willing to bet against my insanity?