There is breath in me.  a contentment.  a freedom!

We have moved out.  into our own place.  I do not need to rely on anyone else for transportation anymore.  just me and mi bici.  just me and mis patas.  sigh.  I sigh.

oh glorious world and life.

so much to say.  so little say.  We are going to run this marathon.  I feel abundantly excited.  and fearful.

My beginning ventures into running and nearly barefoot running, left me with a week of rest for some sore feet (mostly in my toe area).  It’s like.  I felt so excited that I thought I was invincible.  that without having run in years, I thought I could run anything.  and I guess I ran longer and harder than my feet were ready for.  Yet!  I am discovering relief!  and after a week of rest am running again!

hooray!

little bits.  taking it slower, icing my feet, elevating my feet.  alternating grass and asphalt.  alternating running and walking.

It’s like.  I broke through this wall.  I had this barrier about running, this fear, this hatred, this perception– that running was torture, punishment–a medicator.  Yet it shattered.  and now it’s celebration!  It’s life and and lightness and love and spirit and heart.  and it’s all inside of me.  and I want to run–

oh mysterious world.

so I’ve got this new hobby, new spirit, new home (!).  phew.  satisfaction. mmm