Monday, July 11, 2011

Mumford Monday (Sigh no more)

It's a Mumford kind of day, isn't it?  I'm pretty sure every man needs a little more banjo in his life.  More banjo, less sighing.

Today was very summery, very free of responsibility or obligation.  I had zero interest in waking up for a 5:00 AM run but I knew if I did it I'd be glad it was over and I was home before E had to leave for work.  Today was a day of slogging it out to an Adam Corolla podcast just so it was off my mind and off my to-do list.  Some days that is the best I can hope for.  I also know if I start off running on a Monday, I'm more likely to follow through with it on Tuesday, Wednesday, etc.  (Less likely to let it get away from me and turn into a big worry monster by about Thursday afternoon.)  I have a race this weekend, anyway, so I want to get in some solid miles in time to rest beforehand.

I did not--repeat did not--do my 17 mile run this week.  I didn't do my anything run because I was so enamored with reading and being lazy on Sunday after my bad Saturday anxiety.  I decided to just write it off and start fresh today.  I'm glad I did rather than stressing and worrying and having a horrible long run just because I felt like I had to.  I'll put in good miles this week and I'll be okay.

I miss my Garmin.  Just thought I'd throw that out there.

I read all day.  Literally, all the livelong day.  It was glorious, like the days when I'd go on a family vacation and bring a backpack full of books I'd read before the week was over.  I'd stick my nose in those books any time we'd hop in the car or sit in folding chairs by the campfire and I'd just read, read, read.  I also remember something about summer charts at the local library where we kept track of how many books (or was it pages?) we read before school started again.  I don't actually recall what (if anything) the prize was, or the goal, but I remember that filling up the chart with finished books was a good thing.  (Who is surprised?  Books and charts?  Yeah, it was a sure thing for me.)  I'm beginning to get that kind of nerd pride about my little books tab at the top of the ol' blog.

Speaking of reading memories, I have to also go on record as saying the year my elementary school class took weekly walks to the public library has to be just about one of the best years of school I can remember.  Not only did we get to spend a good portion of each Thursday walking, we got to check out books every single week.  It's kind of amazing what that kind of access can do for a kid, even one who has a lot of books.  Yes, this was before an ill-planned history research paper my junior year left me with a $200 fine and a temporary irrational fear of libraries.  My beginnings were benign enough.

Since was cooler than it has been, I just built myself a nest of blankets and snacks, adorned with cats here and there.  I hate reading a have-to, but I love me some free choice reading.  It's like the days of SSR, laying on the floor under my elementary school desk.  The minutes just fly.  I had to remind myself to get up to use the bathroom.  Seriously, I was that into my book.

The most important decision of the moment is what I'll read next.  Suite Francaise, which I borrowed from my teaching partner, or Major Pettigrew's Last Stand, which I'd been sem-reading-but-not-really-getting-into since the beginning of summer.  Suite is a book, Major P is on my Kindle.  Like I said, decisions.



  1. If you listen to podcasts consistently, I must recommend one: Mike and Tom Eat Snacks (MATES). It features Michael Ian Black and Tom Cavanagh (MIB = a hilarious comedian and they were stars together of Ed, one of my all time favorite TV shows). It's just two friends shootin the breeze and eating, talking about, and rating a different snack every week. Pure genius.

  2. Thanks Brad! I love podcasts and I listen to them when I run or walk... so I will definitely check it out. I'm always looking for a good recommendation. :)