I don’t think I could of started Spring Break off any better. I got up around 7, talked with my dad for a little bit and then hit the road for a run. I chugged along for 8.65 miles, in 1:26, which is a slower pace for me. I started in downtown Woodburn and ran to the back roads, up and over I-5, along the neatly sorted rows of orchards and vineyards. The sun was still fairly low in the sky barely obscured by the light clouds, my initial feelings of being cold had worn off by the first mile. I don’t think I came across five cars as I stomped the soft shoulder. All the songs that played were good ones, usually of a faster tempo so I at least feel like I’m running faster. I rounded back into Woodburn and got my usual feeling of I could of or should have gone further. When I walked back into the house, everyone was up and talking. Really, it was just a perfect and peaceful beginning to the day and the break.
As much as I’ve resisted the feeling, running has become special. I always thought that people who professed an undying love and need for running were nuts. Well, maybe I’m nus but either way I love running. I get that cliche feeling of being at peace, especially when I’ve just run without an aim or a specific direction. When I strand myself in the middle of nowhere and have to make my way back, no matter how far I’ve already gone. It kind of sets me right for the day.
I’m very thankful for being able to find what I can do, even after running for so many months now, I’m still amazed at what I can push my body to do. It wasn’t long ago that four loops around the track was an overexertion unto itself, now I’m disappointed if a run is shorter than 5 miles. Even as my mom has said about her own running, I’m thankful that I have this chance and I relish every moment, every hill, every step and find myself disappointed when I’ve come to the end. But there’s always tomorrow to lace up for.
Halfway through Spring Break and I am already exhausted, not from lack of sleep, but because I’ve been active. Went to Port Townsend on Friday, it was a great old town, with many of its original buildings intact. Plus, it was two seconds from the beach and thirty minutes from the top of a mountain. I think I found a new favorite spot. Sunday we came home via Seattle via a ferry. Seattle is a beautiful town when viewed from the sound. I just rhymed. All this traveling made for a lot of “sitting in the car” time, which I am not a big fan of, especially when the seatbelt locks you into place and restricts your movements; I felt like a mental patient strapped to a gurney awaiting electroshock therapy. Can it really be call therapy if it gives a seizure?
Let’s see, after that: roto-tilling, NexGen, and the gym (x2). All I have to say about the gym is that I’m extremely sore, which is a badge of honor personally–makes me want to go again, we’ll see if I follow through.
It has been a long while since I’ve written here, in my defense, winter term was the hardest/ most intense/ most stressful term I have ever had. Through a battery of tests (PRAXIS I, GRE, PRAXIS II, MAT), a full schedule of classes, sixty hours of working at Edison, and working at Carson–I was everywhere but where I wanted to be. However, because of last term I think that I do best when my time is taken up… by some grace, I actually got two A’s this term. I find this astounding as I am notoriously a B (if I’m lucky) student. Of course the courses I did well in where SPED classes, but that just leads to my next point: rejection! I started off my spring break with a letter saying that I didn’t make the cut for the graduate program in Special Education. Oh well, I think I was naive to expect to have a chance at one of the top school in the nation. I am still waiting to hear about the Middle/Secondary Grad program–if that falls through, it should get interesting (read that as: I’ll be mowing lawns). I’m stuck between a rock and apathy… not getting in would put me in a pinch, but at the same time, what does it matter? At worst it would just delay my plans. Oh well.
In other news: my spring break was very good. I was in the car for well over 1,200 miles. I think I have a permanent imprint of my wallet. First I went to Hoodriver for the wedding of my RA from my freshman year. It was a nice wedding, it was good to see Bowlby after a couple of years. The reception was in the Columbia Gorge Hotel, which was amazing. The only bad thing about going to the wedding was that Jessica couldn’t come with, she loves weddings–especially the reception.
The next day, my dad and I drove down to Ashland. It was great just to talk and listen to music. Once we got to Ashland, I got see my dad’s old dorm rooms. He told me stories of his college days, I am somewhat disappointed, because his stories makes my college days seen pale. Overall, it was a very fun time, I definitely don’t hang out with my dad as much I would like to, but the tripped assured me that if my dad and I were the same age, I’d probably would have hung out with him.
After a few days back at my parent’s house, seeing family, roto-tilling, and watching tv, my family (the four of us, not our whole family) drove to Victoria, B.C., in my younger days my family would go to British Columbia every summer to camp. We saw various different spots where we used to camp, or the bakery we used to go to (best baked goods, ever), and the beach where we used to go clamming. Of course this induced tears, not mine–my mom’s, I do have to admit that it does feel weird to see these spots from a new angle (and I don’t mean because I am taller). It brought back a lot of good memories about going Canada, even though some of them did involve fires, drunks, and stolen toys. It is weird to realize that I have grown up, I can’t be bathed in the Prince William Sound any more. The perspective has changed but the boy hasn’t.