After a hard run and a scalding shower, I donned my pajamas again – because I can. And it’s raining. And disgusting. And it’s just a good day to hang out.
My weekends have become so focused on running – there’s really no energy left for much else. No crazy, turn-the-house-inside-out cleaning sessions. No day trips or dates or anything, really. Just running and writing and recovering and thinking about running. And sex – sometimes I think about that.
I figure after the marathon in May I might take some time off from training. We’ll see. I’m kind of exhausted.
What I’d really like to consider is a solo vacation to some ethereal place where I can unwind and do some serious writing for My Story. I imagine a warm, sunny, secluded beach where the locals speak a lovely language…
But for now, the first pages are taking shape in my study in a rainy NJ farm town.
It’s a long story.