Encyclopedia mania

Do you remember life before the internet?

Of course. The internet wasn’t common when I was in school, really until after I started working. In school we had to look things up using encyclopedias, card catalogs and microfilms. We used phone books to get numbers and addresses. Newspapers were sources for daily information.

We ordered through a catalog, or went to a real store. We paid our bills through the mail or at the store. We went to the bank to deposit checks or make transactions.

When I drove cross country I went to AAA to get a triptik. This was Google Maps but in book form. They highlighted the route and noted areas where there may be construction traffic. I also got guide books for the areas I was traveling through. They listed motels along the way and we would call for reservations.

Runner races meant paper applications. Results were sent to you via mail or published in the paper. You found out about races through running magazines, or flyers that were put on your car while at another race.

Was it better or worse without internet? Both. While things were more challenging, we were more patient. The anticipation of waiting for the nightly news to find out daily events and weather could be exciting. We worked harder to get information and had more personal interaction. Sometimes I miss the simplicity but I can’t imagine going back to pre-internet.

I was away this past weekend at a place with spotty cell coverage. I didn’t look at my phone much. Emails went unread, statuses were not updated and we had to call or drive by to get information. It was a welcome reminder to slow down and put the phone away. Of course I jumped on it as soon as I had coverage.

Baby It’s Cold Outside

How do you feel about cold weather?

(Yup, I’m referencing a controversial song)

The cold never bothered me anyway. (I’ll stop). I’m all for seasons, for four seasons. I like bundling up in a warm winter coat and a cute hat. Getting under a warm blanket with a cup of tea. What bothers me about winter is the dark. I love the spring as it stays light out longer. It is depressing when it is dark at 4:30, especially after the holidays when there is nothing to look forward to.

I wonder what it would be like to have the cold but longer sun light. I may not dread January if there were more sunlight.

Having lived in San Diego I did enjoy have better weather year round, being able to get outside more. I did miss autumn, the chilly mornings and crisp air. It seemed unnatural to be Christmas shopping in shorts. I did not miss the snow though. A light coating is fine but shoveling out stinks. I would take the cold over the snow.

Of course paying for heat in an old house is painful as is worrying about frozen pipes. Why do I live in the northeast again?

What if it worked out…

Exactly how you imagined it, or greater. Entertain that thought. Someone posed that question to me and I struggled to find the answer.

I’m not a pessimist, more of a realist. I’ve had life experiences that have made me not expect everything to work out how I imagined it. I’m blessed in so many ways but certain things have not come to fruition that make me put up walls. It’s obviously not a good trait but I try to avoid disappointment. In the process I tend to put up walls or refrain from taking big risks. When the bad things happen then I can say “I told you so “

Running is one area where I take the risk and have had good results. I have successfully run 5 marathons. Although my times were not always as I wanted I have been able to complete them. I remember thinking that the first one would never happen and the glee that I had when it did. On long runs I will picture myself crossing the finish line. I set realistic goals for my race times, being smart enough to know what my body can do. I imagined it and it worked out.

I’m not sure why I can’t translate this to other parts of my life. My guess is that I knew disappointment early on. I sometimes think that what I am imagining is pie-in-the-sky. I’m not thinking “Imagine winning the lottery”; more like “Imagine getting that job that you want” or “Imagine finding someone to fall in love with “. Maybe if these things happen then something bad will also happen, like a see-saw needing to be in balance.

What do you imagine? What if it were greater than that?

Phew, that was deep

If I could be king for one day

What’s a job you would like to do for just one day?

My initial thought is being a teacher, I often thought about being a teacher but never got far with it. I would enjoy working with children but the administrative side of it would bother me.

What I would like to do though is to work a humble job for a day. A bus driver, a cashier or a cleaner. Not that I have a glamorous job and I am not knocking these jobs either. There are jobs that people do with minimum wage and minimum thanks. I often wonder what goes through the minds of these workers each day.

Who am I?

I’m Jean Valjean (if you get that then you get me). I’m an introvert who has been trying to journal for years so this is my attempt. Will anyone read this? Who knows? It is my attempt to get stuff out. I have tried in the past but found that my journal entries were more about my memory (It was raining and I had oatmeal for breakfast) and less feelings. I will try to add my feelings into this.

I have a dry sense of humor, quick witted and that doesn’t always come across in print but we will see. I want to get across all that is in my mind. I have heard that if something can’t be resolved in a 2 hour run then it can’t be resolved. I feel that way and I want to express what goes on in my brain when I run. If no one reads it that is okay, I did it for myself. If someone reads it and relates then woohoo, if someone reads it and hates it then f&$k you.

First run

Today was my first run after running the Boston marathon. I was itching to go out as the sun was out and I was up early. Probably too soon but I decided to go out anyway. I put my Brooks back, cut the tags off of my marathon shirt and headed out the door. About 1/4 mile in I felt it, oh my hips. I walked for a bit then started up again. It felt good to run again yet hurt. I didn’t have to worry about pace or mileage, just run for fun. I didn’t look like someone who had just run a marathon. Okay, I don’t look like someone who has run marathons but today I really didn’t.

I get almost a mile out and smell skunk. That was my cue to turn around. I really wanted to complete the mile and thought about going another way but today’s run was about running for the sake of running. I headed back, waddling through as I could feel how tight I was. Less than a tenth of what I had done 8 days prior. Discouraging as I was so slow and sore yet freeing because there was no agenda. I let my body decide

This is the first run of the rest of my life