I felt good at a clip of 5:27's, but arms went acid, which was hard to shake off; held on to finish in 17:13. Bron & I were running as a couple, Team Heart On, and with her winning time of 16:52 & mine, we were the collective couple winner for same sex. We treated ourselves to a bistro breakfast with all our beautiful friends who had each run something to be proud of.
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| From Left: Bron, L. Carrick, myself. |
The group dispersed & LB picked me up, grabbed Mck, we toured a bit of Seattle, drove up to Bellingham & checked into our hotel, which hosted some rad looking athletes for the LBS at Baker. In our room, we shared a bottle of wine, caught up on the many details of other people's lives. Schemed travel; living elsewhere. Something about the combination of a new liquid vit. D routine, antidepressant downgrade, coffee, race adrenaline, or being with old friends - but there wasn't a thought I couldn't say out loud, a memory I couldn't exploit, and I had more positive energy than I've had in so long. Had a good dinner, good drinks, played Gin Roulette, where everyone cheated & smelled that fine pine scent before sipping, which awarded me, yes, the predestined gin. Grabbed snacks. Fell asleep hard. Ate continental, watched some figure skating, geared up & met a group at blvd. park for a long run, running beside the aftermath of the engulfed Reid Boiler Works building off Taylor dock. Our long run was this really cool interchanging of couplings, one woman would speed up, talk a topic with one, drop back, fall into the history of another. We agreed in our disdain for small talk; this run was everything large & consumptive, the way we were raised, those who broke us, how we break ourselves, what our training says, the way our bodies felt.
It was clear I had gotten sick again, deeply coughing. I just don't want to stop. I take care of myself, I'm not completely destructive, but there's something about feeling human, that I only get when I'm sick, that humbles me into feeling proud of my body's accomplishments, a pride that goes soft in those many many months of health.
We shared lunch at the co-op, coffees, shopping, before Mck & LB headed south towards the snow & I went to serve at a best buy red tasting at the wine bar. A gent comes up to me at the event,
"I hear you're from Colorado."
"Moved from there last year."
"Ah, my wife & I are from Golden, up from Broad---"
"Cool, cool. Yeah I know, used to live off Broadway."
"Yeah, why did you move?"
"Family's from here, relationship ended."
"Ah, well that's great, you made a good choice!"
"Well, he ended it..."
"What? Fuck him! Man....what's wrong with people these days? What? Men just want lingerie & some suck offs?"
"...maybe, what wine can I get you?"
I liked the quick flip, the flippancy, the total have-my-back in a totally unnecessary, stranger danger kind of way.
My father & stepmother came in, took part in the tasting. My father had to wake up at 4am for work, was grumpy, there was a precious service dog walking about in the bar, which drew my stepmum's attention so severely that for hours she spoke to the owner about dogs; they had a tiff about Time (a hot button for most), and I ended the night loud voicing to my father, "Relationships don't look fun. You guys look miserable. I am not doing this again." (Note: This is not an indication of the strength of my parent's relationship, or lack thereof, this is my hyper-sensitivity towards how people treat each other, and how foggy people in relationships become, to the point where they can't see that what they're arguing about is not, in the end, as big of a deal as they make it.)
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