Archive for September, 2007

I was seriously worried about this run.  Jeremy and I were looking to do 16+ miles and I had visions of me blowing out my hip in spectactular fashion that would leave me confined to a wheelchair, where I’d sadly wave on to my friends as they ran past me at the Marines Marathon.   Waving a US flag, none less, and a button saying “Bring Home The Troops!”

Fortunately that didn’t happen, and even better yet, I felt great after the run.  Hip was a bit sore, but none of that debiliating pain.  The worst part on the last few miles was actually me losing all feeling in my legs.  I was just flinging those two dead-feeling limbs ahead, one step at a time.

I plotted the route out on gmaps-pedometer, but alas, the length was too much and the poor browser crashed when I tried to save the route.  So since I know how far we ran, I have no inclination to re-do the route.  Its pretty simple anyway, we ran from Jeremy’s home in Adams Morgan, down to Georgetown, then took the Capital Crescent Trail all the way up to Bethesda, turned around, and ran back home.

Today’s route: 2 hours 52 minutes, 17.1 miles. 

I’ve always known that latin phrase to mean ‘time flies’. But while looking it up on wikipedia (i could spend hours on that site!) – it turns out to be an abbreviated version of a longer phrase.

Sed fugit interea fugit irreparabile tempus.

Translated to: “But it flees in the meantime: irretrievable time flees”

So much more depth there. The entire phrase balances on the word ‘meantime’. What are you doing in the meantime? Answering the question to the universe and life – or sitting around and watching porn? Time pays no heed to the value of ‘meantime’, but only you can. And when you look back at it, was it well spent?

Last night I hosted poker at my place with the boys. We all had a fantastic time. JJ joined us for the first time and lady luck smiled upon him for he walked way $20 richer – including holding out for a brilliant full house on the river beating out two other high straights for a massive pot on the last hand.

While dealing cards, Howie knocked over my tumbler full of Grey Goose into my pizza. Being so hungry, I wasn’t going to let the pizza go to waste and ate up the entire slice, soggy vodka marinated crust and all.. Pizza a la Vodka, as Howie named it.

There will be many things about DC that I will miss terribly. Poker night with the boys will be one of them.

Thinking about things I’ll miss – there are so many. So many good friends here. Some new, and some old. I’ll miss every one of them. I’m geninuely excited about leaving DC and making for a new direction, but at the same time I’m saddened that I will have to be so far away from so many fantastic people here in the city that have contributed immeasurably to me.

Time well spent.

I pulled everything out of my closets. I sprawled everything I own all over the floor of my room. I stood there looking at them. Books. Videos. Magazines. Comic books. Obsolete computer hardware. Climbing gear. Clothes. Camera gear. Shoes. Old letters from old boyfriends. More books. Unpaid bills. More clothes.

Most of this shit, I haven’t touched in years. I only see them when I pack up to move. Then I move. Then I put them somewhere in a dark closet and then never look at them again till the next time I move.

I ask myself. Why am I keeping them? Am I keeping them because they serve as a tie to past memories. Or are they really anchors slowing me down, hindering me from moving, clear-eyed into the future?