Saturday.
September 05, 2009 / 3:43 p.m.
I got up this morning and put on my hoodie and jogging pants and shoes, and had a mug off coffee while i sat there looking outside and contemplating running.
Did go out. I was originally going to just run to around 67th or so and then make a wide turn back to my house. But I made it all the way up to 82nd. Guess I was in better shape (or my lungs were) than I predicted from that two week absence my knee caused.
Some asian man on the way to 82nd was walking along the sidewalk and saw me in the rain running in the middle of the street, and shouted something about 'Number 1!' while smiling and shaking his hands or fists in my direction. I just thumbs-upped him and smiled from behind my black, wet hood.
I made it all the way up there, right in the middle of lottery delis and asian chain restaurants, bent down with my hands on my knees, spit a few times, stretched against a chain-link fence, and then slowly headed back towards home.
I walked most of the way back, though, as my hip gradually gave into a dull pain that grew larger the more times i pulled up or tried to walk it off before starting back up.
When I was home, I went from one room to the next while Tanya was in another room, each playing this odd symphony of avoidance. I'd be in the kitchen, she'd be in the bathroom, I'd be icing my back in the office, she'd be in the kitchen, I'd be in my bedroom peeling off my wet sweat shirt and pants and socks, she'd be in the basement doing laundry.
Finally I took a shower, and as soon as I came out, she entered to quickly grab her personal effects from behind the mirror and bag them in order to depart on her weekly trip down to Eugene for the weekend.
Which I love.
We didn't end up saying one word to each other all day.
Sarah's coming over for the night later. We're gonna look up restaurant reviews online and find some place new. We're supposed to have each written lists of what we want out of the relationship and come together tonight to talk about it. She's also in incredible pain from some sort of hip disorder, and can't really think straight. I hope she doesn't make a big deal if I ask if we can put it off until we're both in better shape.
Right now we're just the walking wounded. Mind and body.
I think I'm gonna go take a shower and read the new issue of the New Yorker which just arrived in my mailbox. Pictures of kids banging their heads on their school desks on the cover. Totally fitting.