Damsel Diaries 12 years ago Damsel Diaries // D is For . . .
It is you that I think about while I am running. I think about the stories that I will write, the message I want to convey. With every mile that passes by, I wonder if you will read this and what you will take from it. My mind drifts into a bubble of playing the story of my life, our lives, our existence. It is a safe place that I can go to where no one knows my name, labels do not hold up and there is no difference between black and white, only the light gray feeling of being held on a path between my starting line and finish.
It is typical between mile 3 and 5 that I start to run down the list of topics of conversation that I’d like to have with you. I start with A and try to make my way to Z but rarely do I pass the letter C.
A squirrel crosses my path and I wonder what types of Animals you might like or dislike. Do you have any dogs of your own? If you were an animal in your past life, what animal would you be? If you were an animal in your next life, which would you pick and why?
I ran past Barney’s today and hysterically almost took it as a sign that I should pop in for a 15 minute break. Perhaps I subconsciously ran past the store to test my will. At one point the bright sun was burning so hard into my eyes that it felt like I had been squinting for hours. Naturally the topic of Botox came to mind. Animals, Barneys, Botox and then I found myself at “C.”
Courage. Cowboys. Critics. Coke. I love Coke. Do you drink Coke? How many a day? Is your favorite Diet or Regular? Cheating. No one is watching, no one is caring and in reality would anyone ever truly know? I could cheat. They say that most people cheat because they are paying so much attention to what they are missing rather than what they have. I have 2 healthy legs, a good heart and will. So, before I took one step further into paying any more attention to stopping my run, I forced my mind to move on to the topics of “D.”
“D” is for Damselite. A nice little word I made up to call you, my dear reader, because while we might not know each other personally, I consider you a very dear friend and someone who I enjoy talking to.
So thank you for listening. Thank you for being a part of my life in a way that I do not know if you even realize you are. It is you who wakes me up in the morning, it is you that I blog for and it is you who I run for. And I’ll be damned if I’m going to let you down.
{Thank you so much for all of your sweet comments in concern for my knee, they mean the world to me! I have a blog post coming up next Saturday with an update on the status but I am resting for the time being.}
*I write from my heart, not from my head, so please excuse any typos*
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