Ode to Murakami

Reading the Master,
Haruki Murakami,
as I fall asleep.


Friday Night, I'm totally wiped, as I rest my copy of What I Talk About When I Talk About Running on my chest. Murakami's words are so close to thoughts and insights I deeply share, that it's as if I've written them down before and here I'm finding them again. Training, goal setting, pushing limits, recovery, commitment to self and craft. All this on top of our "busy lives".

This afternoon I went shopping with the Lenora at Trader Joe's for dinner food and the making for a cake. Asked her to make it all, as I was freezing and tired as we walked the aisles. Lenora took the basket, as she said, "Mom, it's not cold in her." Came home and fell asleep for three hours, until Frank gently came and asked if I wanted to sleep all night. Woke up to a plate of Indian food served to me in bed by Lenora with a smile.  Later when I walked into the kitchen, I saw she'd made a decadent and beautifully decorated cake for her friend's 18th birthday. They have both been sick this week and are now recovered. No long dog walk, hike or run. Just this very short haiku and note...

I guess my body may be resisting what the kids, and half my colleagues at work, have been suffering and struggling with for weeks.....plus it's a Friday in April, it snowed yesterday and 4th Term is upon us! Tomorrow should be, finally, warm and sunny. A perfect day for a stroll in the fresh air!

Short and sweet as I'm fighting to not succumb to the spring sickness still trapped in the schools!

Good Night, back to my book, G'Night!