Scatter my ashes here...

Scatter my ashes here...
scatter my ashes in the desert...

Monday, March 2, 2009


My motivation has been low. Yesterday I only ran in the afternoon because Dennis got me out the door. Today I managed to get out and run twice, 10 in the morning on trails at Pineridge, and 4 in the afternoon in the neighborhood, at a faster pace.

It was all I could do to drag my butt into my car and drive to Cottonwood Glen park this morning so I could make myself start running. I was a snail, but I kept moving and as long as I went slow it got better. I managed to stay out for two hours, and the sun was coming out. I wore shorts and a t-shirt for the first time all year. It was close to 70 degrees today, which means it will dump three feet of snow next week for sure.

Last week I got my contact lens prescription changed so I can see distance again. I couldn't see the street signs coming up on me. I couldn't read license plates, I couldn't see anything in minor detail at a distance. It was driving me crazy. When I run, I want to see what's out there, part of the enjoyment of running is noticing details in the landscape.

Now I can see, even though I am sure I'll need reading glasses soon. So far I'm doing okay with close-up vision.

Speaking of things that happen when you start to get old, my longtime running friend Wally is about to become "Grandpa Prugh", as he calls himself. Hard to believe that his daughter Chris, the little girl I met when she was 9 years old, who is now an attorney, is having a baby.

And speaking of babies, my sister is going to be a mom again, still unnamed baby boy # 2 is coming on March 5th to join his big brother Matteo.

Sunday night we were in Whole Foods trying to figure out what to cook for dinner, and we ran into an old friend from our days in Gunnison, Tony. We haven't seen him since 1998. He runs a green thrift shop in Old Town Fort Collins now. Eco-Thrift. Pretty cool.

I wish I had more enthusiasm. I don't feel very excited about anything these days, and I haven't actually signed up for any races. I have vague plans, but I'm not committed. I feel like I need a vacation, or something to get me charged up again. I don't know what's wrong with me. Maybe I need to paint. Maybe I need my batteries recharged. Maybe I need ketchup. Towanda!!!!


David Ray said...

Hmmmm . . . signing up for a race might help. But a month off might help too. :)

I wear contacts AND use reading glasses. Getting old is tough but it beats the alternative.

Hope you shake off whatever has you soon!

JeffO said...

You and me both - I just can't seem to get it in gear. Maybe I need a new transmission?
I've already signed up for a dozen races. I'm getting discouraged. Where's my body? Someone give it back!