There is an episode of Blue’s Clues where blue loses something important. She and Steve spend the episode looking for clues to where Blue might have left the thing and each time they encounter a situation where they can’t recall what they did prior to losing the thing Steve sings “go back, go back to where you were.”
So things are different today than they were a while ago, that’s obvious. There are times when I feel like I’ve lost something that I had only as recently as the summer of 2009. This morning I woke up at about 4:30 pining for it so bad I was trying to figure out ways of doing the laundry quietly so I could hit the trail and get a run or a ski in before everyone else (including neighbors) woke up. I ended up singing that little tune “go back, go back, go back to where you were.”
We may be at the cusp of another move, this time from CB to Boulder, and I’m craving that old lifestyle in a way I’m having a really hard time describing in words. Currently my body isn’t up to the task of carrying me all those miles I ran in 2009, but I can visualize each and every step of that long summer in my head. Well, the good steps anyway.
I know that at the beginning of that year I made sort of a promise to myself. It was cold outside, there was still snow on the ground although it was melting and I decided, more or less, that I was going to run that year. After years of trying and failing, I decided to not let my foot get in the way any more. And so I did it.
This year needs to be another one of those. In 2013, I have decided to not let my foot or my brain get in the way of that lush life and those memories. I want to enter a couple of races and run them to celebrate the fact that my heart is still beating and there is gas being exchanged in my chest. Maybe even a relay or two. And oh the trails!
Get ready 2013, you’re going to be great!