Sunday Dinner

Much to my delight, G has been bitten by the trail running bug. Last weekend we participated in the Ives Run Trail Challenge and we both thoroughly enjoyed ourselves,– which is saying something, because neither of us like to run. But for some reason, running in the woods feels better, less like work, and more like fun.

There are no crowds, for one thing, and not a lot of overt competition.  People running through the woods seem kinder, friendlier.

So this morning we set out early and went back and did the Lynn C. Keller trail.  A piece of this trail was part of last weekend’s run, but we did the whole thing today.  Round trip, about 4 miles.  There is a lot of steep uphill, culminating in a very nice vista.  And we returned along a ridge line, so the downhill was more gradual and more fun.

Kath on the Lynn C. Keller Trail

Back at home, I spent the afternoon in the kitchen making Cauliflower Maranca for dinner. She made an apple pie in between football games. We invited Ira and Fred to join us and had a really nice time talking about politics and Occupy Wall St. among other things.

It felt like a really good Sunday.

Running vs. Yoga

While I am doing yoga, I am in a whole different world.

I am out of my mind.  Literally.

While I am running, I am also in a whole different world, but I am totally IN my mind and all I want to do is escape it.

In the yoga practice, I explore the interior space of my body with my mind.  It sounds something like this:

Breathe, Kath.  In. Out. Okay, There’s a dead space right there …under my left ribs.  Let’s see if I can pull a line of energy into that space.  (Stretch).  Oooh. Wow.  That’s tight.  Can I breathe into that tightness? Relax into it?  Dive into it?  Ahhh.. right…theere… Ummm.  And now, what’s that?  What just released in my hip?? Hmmmm…  Can I feel that? Can I move in such a way as to let that reveal itself?

When I run, either on the treadmill like I did today, or outside like I did yesterday, I am either obsessed with numbers, time or body malfunctions: How many minutes was that?  How much longer until I get to the walking part? When will this be over? How come my hamstrings are tightening up?  Was is something I ate? Am I hydrated enough? How much longer?  Can I just get through this next rash of commercials?  Can I make it up this next little rise?

In other words, I am constantly planning my escape.  I am always calculating the time left.  I am hoping this is because I am a newbie runner.  I am hoping I will eventually find something to engage me, some way IN to running.

But right now, all the doors are locked tight.

Locked as tight as my hammies.