— this is really happening

yes, another post about running

Marathon training skillz and killz. Longest run yet was hit today: 6.3 miles. It suuuucked. And it was sooooo good. While I ran I thought a lot about the brilliant story of that wild bird Jon Krakauer ascending Everest at the famous Hillary Step moment. Ok, this aint Everest; hold those horses, Way. It could be a bit premature to compare these little dust particles of hills to the Nepalese crags and peaks. For one, these Berkeley Hills are wide and I’m not going to fall down any 1500 ft ice cracks or gaping cols if I misstep as I run. But the point is, we’re starting to get to know each other, me and the hills, in our own flirty way. And like Krakauer says, "the Earth starts to talk funny things to you when you go up it."

So, walking home tonight under the 2am moonbow with a Frodo-Before-He-Leaves-The-Shire step frolick step, I didn’t blame the hills at all for the long walk home. Although my suspenders were riding up my suit pants, and my reporter’s antique camera hung heavy on the thick leather rope around my neck, my legs are stronger. My appreciation for sore muscles+hills is unfurling and my run earlier, hair still blown sideways, revved me up like a battery. Halloween costume, or not, I think I’ll take my trick or treating up Spruce so I can feel that thumping heart beat as I descend home.

It turns out that the best way to be a good runner is just to run. Daring greatly to fail. The body doesn’t lie. Achievment isn’t a matter of magic at all; it’s about ordinariness.

Some things
you know all your life. They are so simple and true
they must be said without elegance, meter and rhyme,
they must be laid on the table beside the salt shaker,
the glass of water, the absence of light gathering
in the shadows of picture frames, they must be
naked and alone, they must stand for themselves.

~Philip Levine

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