So I heard a band this morning called "We were promised jetpacks." To all the GI Joe/$6 Dollar Man fans... never a truer statement was made (that is a figure of speech). Just hearing their name really brought me back. We spent hours running around the yard, the house, the school pretending to have jetpacks on our backs. We looked to the future with such promise... someday we said.... someday soon.
But alas, it is 2010 and I'm not floating around on sack full of compressed hot air, I'm running in the cold New Jersey real life.
Actually, haven't been doing much running in the past week. The last 8 days have seen a 2, 3, and 4.5 mile run only. "Come on, two measly miles" you say. I actually had something to take to the post office and it is only a mile away...
Last week it was cold as hell here in NJ. The thermometer read between 18-30 degrees, but the winds were gusting to 25 mph. Even Ollie didn't want to run. Also, we have seen a bit of the Fall of the House of Fisher. Leigh has been down with Bronchitis /Flu for 8 days now, and Austen has a cold and ear infection. Leaving Sayre to do all the domestic housework, cooking, cleaning and caring for the ill. Means haven't had much chance to go for a jog (soft 'j').
One thing I haven't conveyed in these posts yet was that although i love to bitch about running, my typical route is beautiful. I run along the Delaware and Raritan Canal. Yesterday I saw 2 Redtail Hawks, one sitting about 10 feet above my head... to cold to even fly away from me... also saw a woodpecker ( i think a red headed), and a few Herons. I get to run through woods and through Princeton University along the way. It is really quite an enjoyable scene.
Someday i'll take a picture.
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