Golf by the sea. Mangilao, Guam.
I spent my Saturday morning in the usual fashion, running. Only this time, I got to run by the eastern side of the island, Mangilao and it was on a golf course, which was known to be beautiful, but difficult with all hills and slopes. It had been a while since I had been to this particular golf course. (To be specific, not since I was a high school freshman when I was on the golf team. Yeah, picture that.)
So today was different, instead of focusing on my running, I spent time taking pictures of the ocean. (The one above was taken with my cellphone at one of the holes on the course.) And although I don’t want to run this particular course again, I wouldn’t mind picking up golf again. Even if it is just for the views.
My growing collection of 5k bibs.
There are as many reasons for running as there are days in the year, years in my life. But mostly I run because I am an animal and a child, an artist and a saint. So, too, are you. Find your own play, your own self-renewing compulsion, and you will become the person you are meant to be. ~George Sheehan
If someone told my younger self that when she grew up that she would like running, my younger self would have laughed to the point of concussion. But yes, that’s how I turned out. A few months ago, I began participating in 5ks. I started walking, then I evolved to sprinting, then running.
I found that the more 5ks I ran, the voice that discouraged me and gave me excuses to slow down gave way to one that motivated me and pushed me to do better. Now, after over fifteen 5ks later, running has become a healthy compulsion and a reminder that, in all things that I do, that if I’m brave enough to start something, I should also be strong enough to finish it.
Note: this blog’s title came from a 5k/10k shirt that I saw recently on one of my runs. Its my new running mantra.
Kryptonite? Guam, USA
So, this is my first ever daily prompt. I must confess that I’ve been waiting to jump in on one and I figured this is a good a time as any. Now, I found this stone/kryptonite/crystal thing at the beach. It puzzles me that I would find it among the coral and shells lining the beach, but stranger things have turned up there. Then it got me to thinking, is it ever a wonder that Superman never goes to the beach?
Behold the stars. New York City, New York
“Be clearly aware of the stars and infinity on high. Then life seems almost enchanted after all.”
― Vincent van Gogh
A couple of years ago, during an event called the Museum Mile, I decided to pick one museum to spend my afternoon. I picked the Metropolitan Museum of Modern Art. I remembered waiting on the steps of the Met waiting for the five o’clock to hit. I also remembered not looking for anything in particular. So when I was wandering aimlessly taking in all the art on the walls, two dimensional or not, I didn’t care to much for the crowds. I went at my pace and took my time at each photo. But when I noticed a lot of people huddle close to one work of art in particular, I was curious. And this is what I saw. A painting that I had only seen in books and on art prints. Starry Night by Vincent Van Gogh. Though I had not actively searched for it I found it and I was glad.
Months later, when I returned home, I bumped into an old high school friend. Other than trading the usual updates and how are yous, he told me that he saw my post on Facebook about seeing this painting. It was his life’s dream, he said, to see the painting. And that it renewed his plans to go to New York City to see the painting in person like I had.
That encounter reminds me so often about the things that happen when we least plan for them and how, though, it may not mean much to me now, it does mean something greater and that epiphany happens when it wills it to happen.