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something to be said.

19 Nov

There is something to be said for racing down a hillside as fast as gravity will carry you, legs churning and lungs burning; and there is something even bigger to be said about running down that hillside as fast as can be, in the snow.

It’s the slow burn of the steady resistance that the knee-deep snow creates against the muscles in your legs and knobby footing of your boots. It’s the way the snow feels as it gets kicked up in your erratic gallop, smothering the atmosphere in glitter and snow dust.

It’s the joy you get from allowing yourself to fall out of control, even for a moment, as you slip and slide down the snowy field, a giggling shriek emanating from deep within your chest.

And when you’re finally at the bottom, collapsing to the ground into a pile of cold cotton and feeling the effervescent spray coat your face as the glittery dust cascades back to Earth.

Yes, there is definitely something to be said.

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wild.

10 Aug

I’m surrounded by wildflowers.

The rainbow blooms waving in the wind as though they are swaying to their own personal orchestra, encouraging me to free myself from my heavy pack, to let my body and my soul open up in the midst of their dance.

I catch the scent of the pine needles that blanket the neighboring forest floor and catch the urge to run.

To sprint as fast as my legs, weary from the climb, will carry me.

I hesitate for a moment, not wanting to look silly in the midst of my audience of chirping birds and whistling marmots, and then give in.

I open my lungs and stretch my legs as far as my hips will swing, and I run.

I run fast and I run far.

Through the field of dancing flowers, letting each bloom touch my arms and legs and face; sometimes they caress and sometimes they strike, stinging my skin with the whip of their touch.

The sun penetrates the skin on my face and the hair on my head. I let it soak in and feel my soul burst with warmth.

The leaves of the flowers tangle my hair, tugging a bit as I glide through their field, not stopping, not slowing. Just embracing the feeling of freedom.

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sweetness in my life.

24 Feb

When I lived in Chicago, 5:30am was all at once the bane of my existence and the jolt I needed to kick-start my day.

5:30am would start loud and proud with the shrill jingle of my alarm. I woke bleary eyed and grumbling, annoyed with the prospect of, well, 5:30am.

I’d scramble out of bed, throw on some ratty old running clothes, lace up my shoes, key up my iPod and wander out the front door, working through an encyclopedia of routes in my head before settling on the Lakefront Path heading north.

On my run, which generally lasted about 60 minutes, I’d work through all the world’s problems, settle whatever dispute was bothering me at that moment (usually that dispute concerned the a**hole cabbie that almost ran me over at the intersection of Fullerton and Lake Shore), fought off the stench of the smelly homeless man who lived under the Belmont overpass and watched The Sun rise in all her glory over the grand expanse of Lake Michigan, painting the groggy city in ombre hues of pink and orange.

By the time I got to work at 8:30, I was already three hours into my morning and noshing on a well-deserved donut from the Dunkin Donuts that held court on the second floor of The Mart.

These days, I am at work every morning between 6:45 and 7:00am, so my early morning jogs along the lake have evolved into 4:00pm jaunts along winding mountain paths. I still solve all the most complex problems of the world, relive wrong-doings from the day in an effort to “win” and enjoy cake and ice cream for dessert nearly every evening (no Dunkin nearby 😦 ), but instead of dodging rabid raccoons as they jump out at you from their dark, smelly garbage-can caves, I dodge tourists making unexpected turns with their skis on their shoulders. And instead of watching the sun rise over the greatest city in the world, I breathe in the beauty of the late afternoon sun as She highlights the Rockies in a jewel-toned veneer.

In unrelated news, my favorite guest arrived today for his second stay of the year. I had completely forgotten that he was arriving today and when I walked into the lobby, feeling prickly after an unnecessarily long conference call, I was thrilled to hear his booming voice shout a happy greeting before pulling me into a bear-hug. It’s gonna be a good weekend.

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Dusk at the Beaver Ponds, Keystone, CO

FIVE.

8 Oct

FIVE.

It’s a good number, a solid number.

It’s a number that has some weight behind it but has a whole lotta life left to look forward to.

You know why else I like the number FIVE?

Caitlyn, one of my very best girlfriends (VBGFs), is celebrating FIVE years cancer free and in just FIVE days she will be finishing her FIFTH Bank of American Chicago Marathon.

Over the last FIVE years, Caitlyn has proven to be a hero and one of the strongest, spunkiest chicks that I have ever met. She works hard and plays hard, drives her friends and family to be the best that they can be and has one of the catchiest giggles around.

Not only that, but each year that Caitlyn has run the Chicago Marathon, she has run it as a member of Team in Training; working hard to ensure that every mile she pounds into the pavement, every GU she downs on a run and every black toenail that inevitably wiggles itself loose from her toes, goes towards raising an enormous amount of awareness for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society.

This year, after FIVE years of showing support for those battling blood cancers and inspiring each and every person that has had the privilege to envelope themselves in her sparkle and spirit, Caitlyn has been selected as one of the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society’s (LLS) Honored Heroes and I could not be prouder to call her my friend. She is a true hero whose passion for life is infectious, a runner whose determination to find a cure makes her a beast of a competitor (believe me…she has dragged me across many a finish line) and a young woman whose beauty outshines any hurdles that get in her way.

Please help me in honoring my HERO in a celebration of life, of courage and of course, of FIVE years of good health, by helping her to raise $10,000 for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. Click here to donate to Caitlyn’s Team in Training fundraising page and feel free to share Caitlyn’s story–awareness is everything.

http://pages.teamintraining.org/il/chicago14/caitlynsuse

GO TEAM.

 

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