The blessing of open windows and shutting the HVAC off
A chair out on the balcony in early April
The sun is out late enough that I don’t know what to do with myself in the evenings
Shouldn’t I be outside?
I am a week and a half away
From driving south and spending the week on trails
It’s starting to break my brain
Email, zoom, presentation, my voice is sore
I add a mile to my runs this week
Just to stay out longer
Then my foot starts to hurt
Slowly, dear, don’t push it
I love to push it
I’ll do PT in front of a rerun
Clam shells with bands
Strengthen the knees
Roll my feet with yoga balls
(Pray to the running gods,
Please let me run and not stop)
I sink into my couch and curl into myself
Yawning before the sun has set
Whether it’s the miles of road
Or the miles of screentime
The season is just starting to change
The shot in my arm
The shift in my days
And part of me is hovering in the in-between
Waiting, impatiently
Let me go or let me go back to bed
With Love,
Natalie