A Young Widower's Tale
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Cold running, a sister returns, and more strange dreams It was snowing and cold this morning. Walking to the car and having the large, white flakes fall down like it was January instead of April made me glad that instead of running this morning, I lifted weights. I enjoy running, I really do but running in the cold with snow falling isn’t something I particularly enjoy unless there’s someone to run with so you don’t feel like the only one in the world that’s running in the cold. Since we moved, I’ve noted a difference in the number of people that work out in our new area. There doesn’t seem to be as many people that are out walking or jogging or doing other forms of exercise. I wonder if that has to do with the fact that there are more places to run in this area or that people in this part of town just aren’t as interested in working out. I’m running a 5K Saturday. It’s a difficult course. It winds its way through the narrow roads of the University of Utah – about a mile and a half uphill and the same distance back down. I ran it last year and placed second in my age group and finished in 23:30. I don’t know if I’ll do as well this year. For one I’m not running as much this year as I was last year. Also I’m not running up and down the foothills of mountains like I was last year. Most of my morning runs are on flat courses. Still, it will be interested to see how I can do. Marathon Girl is going to walk it with her mom. Two of her sisters and her dad are going to run it. Let’s hope I can stay up with them. *** Today Marathon Girl’s sister comes home today after spending the last year and a half in Illinois. I feel like I know Marathon Girl’s family so well except this sister. When she left Marathon Girl and I weren’t even engaged and I had only met her a couple of times. I never had the opportunity to get to know her. And she’s coming home to a world of changes. In the time she’s been gone, one sister has graduated from high school, Marathon Girl married and is weeks away from having a baby, there’s a niece she’s never met, another sister is three months pregnant. It will be nice to get to know her and hear about her experiences in cities such as Nauvoo and Carthage. *** The last few days I’ve been in a heavy dream cycle. The kind where dreams seem to go on and on. The kind where they seem so real until the moment you wake up. I’ve dreamt about being a journalist in Iraq and end up fighting along side soldiers in Fallujah. I’ve dreamt of being on some type of “Bachelor” type show where faceless women try to impress me by putting out fires. (Yeah, I’m still trying to figure that one out too.) But most of the dreams have been about the baby. I had one last night where I was holding him in my arms as we watched a baseball game on TV and I explained the game to him. And another where Marathon Girl and I were walking through a park and he kept running on a head of us laughing daring us to catch up him. (For a little baby, he sure could run fast! Must come from Marathon Girl’s side of the family.) Soon this baby isn’t going to be something I dream about. He’s going to be real. Four and half weeks and counting. You Can Now Purchase Room for Two - 2007-08-31 |
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