Runnin runnin, and runnin runninI used to see a group in Seattle called "Leftover Salmon." The band name implies they would stink but they didn't - they were really good! The most interesting thing was that I saw them again some years later at Bumbershoot in Seattle. Nice to see a small band go big-ish.
Stick-tights hurt and I'm the princess and the pea of socks. I had so many last night I almost went barefoot in my shoes to get rid of them.
Speaking of Bumbershoot, one year, one day, one hour I stood in one place and could hear Joan Jett and Joan Baez playing live at the same time. That was also the place I learned Princess Di had died - in the stadium watching Beck. Weird, surreal moment.
I have been running a little lately. Well, a bit. Well, more than I should, evidently. I've hit the trails or treadmill for a couple/few miles about 5x per week for the last couple of weeks, but I realized tonight I didn't wait long enough. My gol dern foot hurts again. Back to the bike and boxing. Better for aggression, anyway!
Looking at this all, I realize I've been a horrible whiner. Life has never really given me any lemons. I've had bumps and trips and stumbles but, cliche knock on wood here, I've been very fortunate thus far.
I know people I look at and think, "Really? That too? Again? How does he walk around every day?" And it usually at that point I realize I have a great admiration for that person. There is a lot to be said for people who shrug and say, "It's just my life." No whines, poor me-s, this stinks or any of that. Those people, and I know a lot of them come to think of it, are impressive to me and likely not to themselves. They just roll with it, take the challenges and move on.
Hooray for you all.
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