From Diane Setterfield's The Thirteenth Tale

People disappear when they die. Their voices, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living mempry of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continut to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humour, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic.

--Diane Setterfield



Thursday, September 15, 2011

Running

Saturday I will be, among other things, running my first 5K.
One of my running friends asked me during my run tonight if I could tell a difference since I started running. I started running with them one month ago.
I can, but the difference I was looking for is not there yet.
It's still about 15 lbs away. Maybe 20 lbs. Basically I still look like me, I don't look like them yet.
Mind over matter though. If they can do it after having more kids than I have had. I can too. Regardless of what my genetic makeup is, right?
I think I'll puzzle over it while I eat this brownie...
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1 comment:

Christine said...

Sometimes it's worth it to have a brownie though :-)

But you didn't hear that from me!

Congrats on your first 5k! I'm sure you will do great!!!

September 16, 2011 at 8:42 AM

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