a deep breath
As usual, my favorite bloggers are open to being awed by their gardens and by life, and are generous in sharing that with the rest of us. To borrow a quote, " awe is what feeds the soul". Besides enjoying beautiful photographs of flowers, bugs, animals and landscapes, there were the thoughts, the questions and the beautifully phrased writing to enjoy.
One of the first questions that brought me to a stop was this by Autumn Cottage Diarist , who asked : Tell me about your desk or table - what does it say about you today? Oh dear! Oh dear! Do I have the courage to show you my desk?? I think not!
Then I noticed that Kate (of Kate Smudges) recently had an open garden day! Again, I asked myself, would I want an open garden day? Certainly not!
There are so many things in my life that have me screaming, I'm not ready! It's funny how at the same time one of my acquaintances is complementing me on my accomplishments, I am saying very loudly in my head " no, no, no! I'm not ready!" You see, this area or that, this project or that, this aspiration or that, is far, far short of the ideal picture of it that I have in my head, the ideal that I think I must reach before sharing it with you!
Certainly, some projects go better if one shares the process with others. And then, other projects just seem to be more tender and fragile, more likely to be trampled upon by certain people in your life. And yet again, some parts of your life are unfairly tormented by standards of perfection that you don't subscribe to, in your heart of hearts, but you are vulnerable in some way, to the judgments of people in your life who are important to you and who hold those unfair standards!
All those thoughts have gone tumbling through my head today as I slowly recover from my weekend of frenetic activity.
This weekend, I ran the 1/4 marathon locally on Saturday, coming in at a satisfactory 68 min 2 sec and third in my class! The rains held off until the end of the race. During the awards ceremony, one of a steady march of threatening thunderstorms broke directly overhead, dumping rain and hailstones down on us. Already soaked to the skin with sweat, I didn't have time to dry off before the rain washed over me and hail stung my shoulders. However, I'm more or less certain that I managed to improve upon my personal best by a minute or so.
I also volunteered at the Whitby Waterfront Races on Sunday, learning about what it's like to run a 1/2 marathon by watching the runners pass by my water-station, as well as cheering on my running buddies who had entered the 10 km and 1/2 marathon events. The cool early-morning start made for a buggy morning, with mosquitoes an annoying presence everywhere. By mid-morning the temperatures had climbed and runners fooled into starting too fast were struggling with heat and exhaustion.
Nancy entered a walking event while her husband, who is in the same 1/2-marathon clinic as I am, chose to volunteer for this day. Jim was also resting up after coming in 3rd in his age group in the 1/4 marathon event the day before! You look very important in your orange vest, Jim!
Kieran and Mary, our intrepid and slightly crazy clinic leaders (through the local Running Room store), ran the 1/2 marathon event. Here, in the dawn light pre-race, they look fresh and ready to go, don't they?
Getting the timing-chips on!
Henry (in the green shirt) entered the 10 km event and Kieran playing with a water bottle.
Jim, again, discussing race strategy with our other Jim, who entered the 10 km event.
Busy with our duties at the turn-around point and water-station, respectively, neither Jim or I had time for more photos until the end of the race.
After we had packed up and returned to the Yacht Club, we were privileged to watch a blind runner we had already admired out on the race-cource, just as she crossed the finish line!