Addendum to the previous post: It was perhaps a tad self-aggrandizing and scientifically irresponsible to diagnose myself with a heretofore unknown type of cancer just because I got cold during the race. I've talked to a few other people who also got chilled, so, maybe I'm not dying, whatever.
Now, on to other things. I'll probably never write about running ever again.
Okay, so if you didn't know, Missoula is heaven right now. True story. Missoula right now is the kind of place that's so heavenly you're a sucker for not doing everything you should be doing while it's so heavenly, know what I mean?
Missoula has an impossible line-up of happenings to celebrate its heavenly status. Way too much to do - so exhausting I usually opt to go to bed instead. Look, there are festivals in Caras Park every single freaking day, there are outdoor movies, there are concerts and films at the Wilma, there are farmer's markets and horsey rides, there are band concerts at local parks, there are block parties, there are races and baseball games and other such sporting events, there's kickball on the Oval, there's porch-reading and deck parties and warm evenings that you need to ride your bike through, etc. etc. etc.
The other day I saw some crazy hooligan swimming in the Clark Fork. He was alone, bobbing around in the middle of the river, just his head sticking up, heading slowly towards the rapids. It really worried me. First of all, my god, the fishes! Didn't the guy know that the river is full of fishes just waiting to rub their fishbodies all over your legs and various appendages? Eek. Second, the unclaimed bodies! People are drowning in the river all the time, their bodies seldom recovered, just waiting for some hapless something-or-other to stumble upon them. (I saw him a few days before the latest body turned up - I don't know the circumstances of that, maybe it was him. Sorry, maybe I should delete this paragraph.)
Now that I don't have a gigantic race to train for I don't know what to do with myself in spite of all the summertime festivities I had enumerated above before this post got all macabre. Since my reading-by-decade project was ruined last week by that jerk Agatha Christie, I haven't had anything to read. A couple months ago a couple people loaned me a couple books, which I haven't read because of the constraints of my 1930s project (I've decided to start calling the various pointless things I do 'projects'), but now that I'm free to read anything under the sun I totally do not want to read those books that I should have read months ago and I'm considering giving them back unread. What I really should be doing, now that my spring running project and its celebratory week are over (in the last week I've gone to more parties than I have all year [3 - so crazy!]), is get ready for the two stressful projects that are coming up very, very quickly. But since I'd rather do anything but prepare myself, I've been engaged in cleaning projects. Very soon my house will be spotless.
Yesterday I went on a hiking project with a friend and we talked about traveling and my wanderlust kicked back on and I might die from it. Maybe, depending on how things go this fall, I'll leave on a big fat traveling project in January, one that requires a passport and
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3 comments:
I sure hope that you'll keep up the group running, Kelsi! Not only are you clearly good at it, but you're one of the few people in the RWM class that really helped to push me along. Also, maybe one of these Thursdays you'll come out at noon and play kickball on the oval with us. It's open to everyone and of course it's a lot of fun!
Sunglasses would really help your look, but never, ever put your hands on your hips after running. It's like a bullhorn announcing you are totally beat.
I thought you would know that. ;)
Falling over is the bullhorn announcing that you're totally beat.
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