My toes still hurt from the surgery last month. This is, of course, exacerbated by the fact that small people are constant dropping light sabers on them ( they have handles, I can't imagine why they are so tricky to keep a hold of). My podiatrist told me I should be able to run by Feb. 2, which is a good thing because I haven't been exercising near as much as I should be, it's just not as fun. Saturday is supposed to be a beautiful day, 57 degrees and sunny. I think I'll try out my new tootsies and ignore the smarting that still occurs. I need the sun, the solitude, the something for only me. We have been talking about lots of important things lately and without running I have no time to work through them in my head. It makes me antsy and strangely lazy, afraid to do anything, maybe then I can prevent change. I am not really afraid of change, it just makes me nervous. I sort of want to snuggle up under my covers and sleep because then I don't think about things, I just have bright, wild dreams. I have been thinking lots about Nienie and how their whole life changed in one instant and how, like a phoenix, she is rising beautifully from the ashes of their tragedy. I have no ashes to rise from, I have no great tragedy, no great heartache, no great trial. My life is full of great joys, but lots of little tragedies and heartaches and trials. Hopefully, I can rise anyway.
3 years ago