It seems as though spring has sprung in my “hood”. This is a Brooklyn sidewalk and all I see is green. Well, green and people. Not green people, folks. Get with the program. It kinda overwhelmed me for a second. In a great way. The smell was pure “green”. Made me have a spring in my step for about 3.2 seconds. Then I was all like dude so what? It is just some bushes and stuff.
This is where the Brooklyn Half Marathon is run. Well, part of it. A lot of it. This is towards the end heading towards my boardwalk. YES MY BOARDWALK. I own it. I love it so that makes me part owner. Anyway, this is Ocean Parkway. This street will be closed to cars when us runners will be running down it or up it or on it.
This is a secret trail in Prospect Park. I say its secret because it is sort of hidden and I am thinking that if I ever turned down to run on this trail, I would be lost inside of it forever. Or until somebody rescues me. Unless, I decided to live in the trail and set up my own community of lost runners. We would have plenty of food by foraging the greens and making nice salads. No salad dressing of course because we are lost in the trail but it would still taste good because I would find some mint and basil and make a pretend pesto without the garlic and pine nuts of course because we are lost in the trail.
I am still an MRI ALIEN MICHELLE OR MRIAM for short.
I am on the injured list once again. What else is new? It is my tibia shin area stress fracture shin splint edema. You can call it TSASFSSE for short. Don’t worry I won’t ask you to pronounce that word. I can’t either.
I must rest it and ice it and lightly stretch it. You know, all the things I wasn’t doing before, is what I should be doing now.
BROOKLYN HALF MARATHON – MAY 30th. I am not counting myself out just yet. As I told Samantha, if I say I am not running it then it is real. If I think perhaps I may be able to, then that is my real. You know the mental games us runners play right? Today, I am playing that game. If anybody wants to join me that would be cool.
In other news, Seth is being used and taken good care of. I felt it was time to let him go for a bit. Just a bit. When I am back he is back. He was really itching to get out there. He is in good hands.
The Universe told me today:
It’s not what’s happening around you, Michelle, that determines your health, finances, or hotness, but what’s happening inside of you – exclusively.
Yeah, I am kinda hot now that I think about it.