jan 25, 2017 / biking / front room
I can’t remember when I moved the bike down into the basement, but for at least the first year of this log, it was in the front room, where our puzzle table is now.
I’m struck by this sentence in the entry:
Biking felt good after spending too much time reading the frightening headlines about the multiple executive orders being issued this week.
Checking Facebook a few minutes ago, a memory came up — it must have been from 2017 — in which I asked if someone could tell me which executive orders were for meaningless show and which ones I should worry about. Wow. It was dark time in early 2017, right after Trump took office. Whatever happens next year, I need to work hard not to get sucked into an endless cycle of worry and hopelessness.
jan 25, 2019 / 4.1 miles / -5 degrees
In 2019, I was interested in layers. I included layers in my winter class last year, but otherwise I haven’t done much with the concept. I’d like to; I find the layering and unlayering process to be a great subject for a poem or poems!
Last year, I paid careful attention to the crunching snow. This year, I’m curious about layers, literal (as in layers of clothing, layers of sound, layers of ice) and metaphorical (layers of anxiety, doubt, joy, ideas, meanings). What will this project look like? Not totally sure, but for now, I’m interested in layers in terms of clothing I wore today as I ran outside in -5 weather. There was hardly any wind so the feels like temp was -5 too. I’ve run in feels like 20 below so today wasn’t the coldest I’ve been. What is the difference between actual and feels like temp? I’ll have to research that some more. Today I was almost too warm. I wore 2 pairs of running tights, one green shirt, an orange sweatshirt, a black jacket with a hood, a gray jacket with big pockets, 2 pairs of socks, a buff, a stocking cap, sunglasses, gloves and mittens. Too much. Great for the first mile but after that, I unzipped the jackets a little, moved the buff from my head to my neck, took off the sunglasses and put the mittens in my pocket. Ice kept forming on my cheeks, just below my eyes, caused my water on my lashes. Ice also formed on the surface of my gloves. Pretty cool looking and feeling. I think it came from the ice on my cheeks that I kept wiping off.
jan 25, 2020 / 5.2 miles / 31 degrees / 30-40% snow-covered
Hooray for the Saras! I like “a school of Saras” and “a sink of Saras”!
One of my sisters posted a link to a gigantic list of collective nouns for animals. So cool! My favorite from the Sea Animal list: a shiver of sharks, a glint of goldfish, and a squad of squid, or a squid squad.
This has me wondering what a group of Saras might be called.
- a satchel of Saras
- a sink of Saras
- a swarm of Saras
- a swath of Saras
- a swirl of Saras
- a shiver of Saras
- a nest of Saras
- a charm of Saras
- a stand of Saras
- a squad of Saras
- a sedge of Saras
- a stable of Saras
- a surfeit of Saras
- a string of Saras
- a school of Saras
Maybe I’ll try to work this into my poem-in-progress, the Saras?
jan 25, 2021 / 3.25 miles / basement
A few days ago, I chastised past Sara in a “on this day” post for not naming the book I was listening to while I ran. Well, Sara from 2020 remembered. Good job!
I listened to my audio book (The Mesmerizing Girl) as I ran for just over 30 minutes.
The Sinister Mystery of the Mesmerizing Girl is the 3rd book in the Athena Club series. I loved listening to these — I think they’re classified as YA?