Wet Cement

by klassman

A sinus infection is a mess.  It creates a mess, makes you feel like a mess and generally, it sucks all around.

It hit me on Sunday like wet cement.

This week I’ve been trying to get back on top of training after two weeks of skipping a couple of workouts each week.  Unfortunately, Sunday’s scheduled swim was a no-go — see above, or below.

Packed into my head...

The net of all this bellyaching: Today was sunny, breezy and the temperature broke 60.  I ran stairs — up 13 floors and back down — twice to get the blood flowing and then headed out for an hour run.  I wanted a run to match the weather — carefree and relaxed.  I wanted a run to match my newfound dedication to sticking to the training plan.  I wanted a run to improve my day.

Instead, my legs felt like wet cement.  But no matter.  Tonight, a sweet little lovely read a poem to me.  It is the first time she has ever done so and after nearly six years of reading to her, I couldn’t be more happy or proud.

Without permissions, by Shel Silverstein

LISTEN TO THE MUSTN’TS

Listen to the MUSTN’TS, child,

Listen to the DON’TS

Listen to the SHOULDN’TS

The IMPOSSIBLES, the WON’TS

Listen to the NEVER HAVES

Then listen close to me—

Anything can happen, child,

ANYTHING can be.

Thank you, dear Josephine.  Thank you.

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