A return to Morning Pages or Here there be typos

12 Mar

Gliddy gloop gloopy
Nibby nobby nooby
La la la lo lo
Sabba sibby sabba
Nooby abba dabba
Le le lo lo
dooby ooby walla
dooby abba dabb

And so the morning begins. We’re all stumbling around, still punch drunk from losing that precious, precious hour. The morning is dark as pitch, but we’ll all be grooving on the extended sunlight soon enough.

I am making an attempt to return to morning blogging. I gave that up when The Dog came into my life–using “I have to walk the dog!” as my excuse for not hitting the keyboard. If I was one of those serial texters like I see pretty much everywhere, I could be blogging AND walking the dog at the same time. Who knew God gave us opposable thumbs so we could develop the skill to type while we walk/drive/etc.?

If I tried to text and walk my dog at the same time, I would surely walk into a telephone pole. Then they’re be blood all over the little screen and I’d be all the more challenged in my efforts at typing and so, I have concluded, walking and texting is not an activity combo that I am inclined to develop.

In case you don’t know, or haven’t figured it out yet–when I write these morning blogs, I just let my stream of consciousness flow. I call them Morning Pages after the writing exercise of the same name recommended by Julia Cameron in The Artist’s Way.

My weekend was pretty nice–lost hour not withstanding. At least it wasn’t a lost weekend. I rode my bike on Saturday. I watched the River Run, a big marathon that we throw here in Jacksonville every year. I enjoy running as a spectator sport. You go ahead and run and I’ll watch, OK? When the maranthon was first established, I actually was a runner. I decided that I would train for the River Run and join up the following year. Fortunately, that 10-15 minutes of madness passed. No doubt some other jewel caught my eye–possibly a donut, and I never entertained the notion of entering a marathon or any other organized running activity again. Shortly thereafter, I gave up running altogether. I always joke and say I am not going to run unless someone is chasing me. Between you and me, I am not even sure I’d run if someone was chasing my either. They’re gonna catch me anyway, why get myself all winded?

I used to live in a house that is at the 5 mile mark of the marathon. On Saturday, I returned to my old neighborhood, stood across the street from my former house and watched the runners go by. Other people had gathered to cheer on the teeming crowd of marathoners, including this man close to me who kept shouting, “Good job!” every 2-3 minutes, He seemed very dedicated to the notion that every single runner in that race was going to hear him say, “Good job!” because he just kept shouting it. Over and over and over again.

Who am I to mock him? For all I know, he kept hundreds of runner going who would have otherwise dropped out right at that crucial 5 mile point.

“Good job!”

I actually saw one runner who was on his cell phone. “Yeah–I am just about to turn onto Atlantic. I’ll meet you…” and then he was past me. I would think he would be too focused on getting into the zone or working on his runner’s high (or whatever it is that makes these people run all the time) to be spoiling the mood with something as mundane as a phone call.

Of course, if I had been running for 5 miles and I tried to engage in a telephone call, the person on the other end would think it was just a heavy breather calling and hang up. Or if they had caller ID, they’d figure I was having a heart attack and call 911.

So, cell phone guy–“Good job!”

Happy Monday!

2 Responses to “A return to Morning Pages or Here there be typos”

  1. Mary Atwood March 12, 2012 at 6:38 am #

    And I have always said there would have to be someone chasing me too – and they have to really big, really ugly, and be waving a large stick too!

  2. Pamela N Red March 12, 2012 at 9:37 am #

    My husband and oldest son run half marathons all the time. They have one coming up next month. I walk four miles fast on my treadmill but running isn’t my thing either. I figure my heart rate gets up well enough at that pace.

    You ride your bike, that’s great exercise and more than many Americans do so you are doing great.

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