I cannot believe Congress adjourned for the weekend. In the midst of a constitutional and social crisis, a time of the greatest urgency to ensure things don’t get even worse, they’re taking the weekend off. If ever there were a time to work through and get things done, it’d be now. I’m just… flabbergasted. I cannot explain how stressed and worried I am about all things all the time because of the madness of an unhinged leader and his enabling, complicit cronies. There has to be consequences for the seditious words and treasonous actions, for the rioting and thuggery, for the insurrection. There has to be.
It was in this mindset that I set out this afternoon to log my Walt Disney World Virtual Half Marathon. A cold front has moved through and it was just too darn chilly this morning for me to go out on my own to run. Had this been a normal year, I’d have layered up and been at the start line irregardless… and regardless… of weather. I wouldn’t have been super happy about it, but I would shivered through it and appreciated the company of miserable fellow runners. But as is all too apparent all the time, this is not a normal year… again. And since the only person running today with me was, well, me, I got to vote on when to go. I opted for 11 AM when the sun was up… albeit it wasn’t THAT much warmer. And the wind? Oh, the wind. Still, I do what I do.
My mommy and Grogu encouraged me:
I ran. Looping through the neighborhood, taking nooks and crannies of dead end side streets to compile the mileage, I went where I usually run. The views haven’t changed much… but somehow I thought Disney might not love me wandering about their property trying to recreate the course on my own. That kind of humor doesn’t play well in post-insurrection America… and maybe never did.
Anyhoo, I’m a little winded (and wind-blown) but I made it. As I continue my recovery and rehab, I am making progress on shaving time off the lumbering fits and spurts of summer. My leg still smarts in the dumbest way possible — the soreness and exhaustion coming on in waves and in different locations during the run and afterwards. But I’m ok. And in Pandemic 2020-2021, “okay” is the new “pretty good.” So I’ll take what I can get.
Speaking of taking what I can get, I have a confession to make. I really should have run the whole race with a scarlet M on my shirt… but in my defense, aren’t M&Ms a form of carbo-loading? I left my Mom a note in case she was looking for a snack.
