Patience; the new endurance sport.

Got up to run just 3 little miles with Sarah this morning.  We ran a different route, so it was not only a nice break from the regular grueling a.m. miles, but a change in the pitch-dark and depressing pre-dawn scenery :)  I can't wait until it starts getting lighter sooner. When we got back to the house Josse had shown up to run with the FRB a.m. team.  Whats with all the cute hair cuts you guys? Both Sarah and Josse have sassy new hair cuts. I'm jealous and just about ready to wack mine off. Anyway, Josse gave me back my favorite ear muff and can of mace I'd left in her car last week.  She said her son "discovered" the mace.....sorry Josse. Also, I got to meet fellow FRBlogger, "Carolyn from Colorado" who was proudly wearing her Moab cap from this weekend.  I wish I had more time this morning, I would have loved to go out with them but had to be back by 7:15. Some other time I hope.  I took it easy Sunday and Monday and today, better not to overdo it this week anyway. Will run another 3 in the afternoon just for fun now that it's lighter later, and the weather is mild but still cool. 

I usually get two migranes a year.  One in February, and one in September/October.  But last month I had a string of them (like 5 in as many days).  I had a mild one yesterday, and another one today that has not gone away since this morning.  It's not the headache-pain that bothers me.  It's the vision disturbance, light senstivity, and the nausea.  The first time I had one I was 20 and I thought I was going blind.  I never had any more until my 30's.  Then only twice a year.  But I have had 7 in less than a month. I won't make the mistake of taking Imetrex this time.  I think that's what made me have more than just one last time.  I just hope this is the last one until Fall. Anyway, I had to turn to my old frienemy the treadmill to get my running done today.  Boring.

No flashing/vibrating lines, nausea, or headache when I awoke.  But I could hear howling wind and pelting snow hit the window panes.  I went downstairs to wait for Josse while I stretched.  The rocking chairs on the front porch were rocking madly in the wind, and when Josse drove up, I could see the snow flying sideways in the headlights.  Here's what I love about running; it instantly qualifies your friends.  Will she, or won't she? ( in this weather).  When she says what you would say (which is: I got up, I'm here, I'm running) you know you got a keeper.  That plus she brought her own dog.  There are girls who run fast, and who win races -- but when talent is their only driving force-- those same girls are are often wimpy and lazy in other ways.  So there we were running with our three dogs, in sideways snow hitting our eyeballs, in the tall trees and pitch black pre-dawn.  It's nice to have a friend who will run in a blizzard with you, and also tell you interesting stories about life. I'm just sorry for her sake, I can't run any faster.     

So my daughter looks at me from the rear view mirror and announces that emotional and mental inflexiblity is a sign of mental illness--like Hitler or Mousolini.  "What do you mean?" I ask interested in avoiding mental illness at all cost.  "Well, we never eat french fries for example" she says as we're driving by Ripples.  "Watch this!" I said as I flip a U turn to the drive up window.  So for dinner Mommy gave her babies onion rings, french fries, and a pineapple rasberry shake.  My kids just laughed and laughed from the back seat.  When I asked how come they were laughing.  My son, shiny eyed and a mouth full of french fries looks right at me and says: "Sucker."    "Yeah?" I said "I just tricked you into thinking I'm sane."

Because if you really think about it, who tries to prove to their own children that they are not insane by feeding them french fries and ice cream for dinner. Who's the sucker now.