>Life is a Marathon

12 Apr

>I’ve started to re-think the marathon. The you-can’t-do-it-what-are-you-thinking voice has kicked in in earnest. Some days it pisses me off almost enough to go through with it anyway. Then it works its charms and has me actually thinking you-can’t-do-it-what-are-you-thinking. Today I’m in the latter mode. So I asked the hubby if we could go to NYC anyway – just for fun. He said, “Of course.” So now I’m really screwed. I was so sure he would say, “No way” meaning I HAD to run the damn thing to get my NYC fix. But I guess he’s a city junkie now too – so that strategy backfired. He even threw in the “We can go for T-giving instead” card. Something I have been dying to do with Miss 6 since day one of her life. Give her the Eloise treatment. Feed her Serendipity sundaes until she’s ill. Provide a multi-daily dose of Magnolia cupcakes until she screams, “Please take me to Nobu.” To which I will happily reply, “But of course.” And we’ll still stop off at Lalo’s for a sweet treat nightcap. So you can see where this is going: a NY marathon that’s an endless marathon of sugar and sushi instead. I heart New York. Really I do. I just need to make up my mind on whether I want to see it by foot or by mouth. ☺

(I really hate being a quitter.)

My day was weird. I can only say that I was in court supporting a friend and it was gut-wrenching. The friend isn’t the person on trial – so it wasn’t that kind of anguish. But during a recess in our case, I saw a guy give up his parental rights to twin 1-year-olds. Permanently. It’s something I don’t think I’ll ever forget. You don’t walk away from a day like that without feeling a bit of a tilt underfoot. And realizing that those Saturday morning tantrums are really just a stupid waste of energy.

After that, I came home and tried to work. Mostly did some mindless number crunching. Then decided to spend the afternoon holding Beanie and Miss 6 a bit closer. We went to coffee at Peet’s and walked 29th Street, taking in the beauty of the day. Then we came home, turned up the stereo and danced our hearts out.

Talk about needing a glass of wine. I think I’ll just drown my sorrows in Lost instead. Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of brass monkey. Life is the marathon. Take a number.

G’nite everybody.

TODAY’S THEME SONG: Superman. Five for Fighting. It’s just one of those nights…


One Response to “>Life is a Marathon”

  1. Bubble Girl April 12, 2007 at 12:49 pm #

    >For crying out loud, do the marathon!!!! It’s an unbelievable experience. So what if you have to walk. I’ll jump in with you for part of the way and the fans will keep you going no matter what. If I got in, I’d do it, and I’m the one with the broken foot, torn rotator cuff, MS and now, a tumor behind my right ear which I’m sure is causing the pain I have on the left side of my face.You’re doing it if I have to hobble out there and drag you back east.


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