Shimmy Too
4:25 PM, Powder blue skies, hyacinths and daffodils, cool water, laundry, Dovetail Joint, and one sore foot. A pretty piece of time on a Thursday afternoon...
I’m planning on running in the Race For The Cure. A 5k race that raises funds for breast cancer "screening, education, research and treatment". Now this should be interesting because I’ve never run in anything before and, frankly, don’t run a lot at all, in any situation. But I’ve been scampering on a treadmill on and off since the beginning of the year -- so maybe I won’t keel over a third of the way through the event. This Monday I did 3.2 miles on the treadmill -- and also managed to hurt my left foot somehow. It feels better today, however, so I should be able to go for the run that my brother suggested we try Saturday morning.
The Race For The Cure is on Mother’s Day, May 9th, and I’m looking forward to it. My brother Joel (who is a far better runner than I) and his friend Tatiana are going to run as well, and so are some other folks that I know. It’s a good cause and I hope that the weather holds up...
This is the kind of day where you want to be blurring down a wide-open road with the top down, a pair of shades and the radio on. Wind in your hair, sun in your face and a your sweetheart by your side. If the weekend is like this I’m going to feel as bright as a searchlight.
I once saw a band at a club called The Headroom, down in Myrtle Beach. The music was so loud that the billiard balls were shimmying on the pool tables.
This fine shine is making me shimmy too.
I love it.
--- JWR, 4/8/99