I decided to go for a little run...

I made good on my wish and went for a little run this morning. After purchasing the trail running shoes, I didn't have any shorts or shirts for running so I went by Walmart and got something to wear. When I got up this morning, I felt awful. No energy or desire to get out there. If it wasn't for having to go get Nikki's hammock, I'd have stood in bed. But having that chore, I rolled out, got dressed, and drove out to the Sylaward trail. There I rolled out for a little 4 mile run. I thought my first run out there would be great if I just made it up the ridge and around that loop and back. But once out there, I felt fine and just kept on going. In fact, I believe I could have kept on for a lot longer. Maybe even the whole 14 mile trail. One thing was on my mind. I was concerned that my knees, hips, and feet might have problems since it has been a long time from my last effort at running. Apparently cycling has kept me cardiovascularly fit.

Effigy of Grief

Effigies are used in grieving by providing a tangible representation of what has been lost, allowing a mourner to connect with who or what they've lost , which can help with the process of acceptance and emotional expression, particularly when the loss is sudden or traumatic; they can be used to focus grief and memories around a physical likeness, offering a sense of continued presence even in their absence

Spock

Spock is my favorite character in all fiction. A character who bridged the gap between two worlds and faced disdain from each. Who strove for excellence and exemplified strength, character, intelligence, and control. His nearly emotionless demeanor was a perfect foil for those who would attempt to intimidate or insult him. It was a style I would endeavor to imitate to thwart those attempting to insult, demean, or scare me in my own young life. I bought this little figure to remind me to guard against letting my defenses down and allowing emotional hurt to strike me. But I doubt my recollection of Spock will work for me again. It was the last gift from my past. Perhaps I will find another reservoir of strength.

Island Walk

I always try to help Rachael with Hubbard/Rockford if asked. They had me down for 3 days but at last minute asked for the other day. Work at Rockford is slow so working isn't hard, but not following my usual routine tired me out a bit. I still had some work I could take care of up in Cullman. Some bushhog work and other little items but the high temps held me back a bit. I did ride my bike a little and got in some of my walking in addition to some chores. Max needed to be delivered to Charlotte, SC for his drum major camp. I volunteered to take him. I was glad to be able to perform this chore for him but the long trip up and back combined with extra heavy traffic in the Atlanta are, which extended to within 30 miles of Alabama, combined to really tire me out. There had been a problem with my left rear wisdom tooth for over a year, so I decided I should get it taken care of before I wound up isolated somewhere in PEI. The extraction didn't appear to be problematic until just be...

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