8/28/08

breakfast: coffee and a cinnamon raisin bagel with cream cheese

8/27/08

lunchtime run: 6.5 miles

after the sun went down, we laced up our wheels for some sick move busting on the roller rink.

8.26.08

breakfast
big late lunch: cheeseburger with salad.
dinner/snack: smoothie with bananas, acai, yogurt, blueberries and a packet of mystery chinese herbs.

8/25/08

breakfast:

lunch: strawberries, grapes, peach, banana, and an apricot and nut granola bar

dinner: zucchini and spinach frittata with chicken soup


Lunchtime run: 6.5 miles

i <3 the olympics

There is something so exciting about the olympics. Maybe it's that they only happen once every four years. It reminds me of my life in transit four years ago, stretching my legs in a filthy super eight motel in Albuquerque New Mexico. I was moving to California.
Or the time before that in Old Orchard Beach, Maine, stuck to the olive green leather sofa in my bathing suit.
Maybe it's the live editing and fancy camera work that I love. The on the spot artistry that transforms a spectacular event into one that our inferior eyes can manage.
131 years ago, Edward Muybridge devised an elaborate camera set up to capture the footwork of racing horses. To track a single stride Muybridge needed to set up a dozen stereoscopic cameras with trigger wires strewn about the track.
Now, the process of doing something like this goes unseen. Did you catch glimpse of the cameras zipping around the track at record breaking speeds? or the flawless panning on the pole vaulters? how about the still frames of the gymnasts in mid air, mid flip, twist or tumble? and the cameras mounted to the bottom of the pool?...a superb hiding spot for one that's starved for the underwater dance of a gold medal diver.

Maybe it's the spectacle that I love. The superhuman-ness of it all. The different shapes, sizes, and diets of olympic bodies.

How about you? why do you love the olympics? oohh tell me tell me! i want to know! what was your favorite olympic moment? was it Nastia Lucan's uneven bar routine? Michael Phelps' consecutive wins? that sassy tattoo hidden under his speedo? Matthew Mitchum putting the div(a) back in dive...with three twists and no splash? or was it (my personal fave) Usain Bolt's sick dance moves?

saturday: 10 miles
sunday: 8 miles
monday: off
tuesday: 4 miles with hills
wednesday: 9 miles
thursday: 4 miles with hills and sprints
friday: off
saturday: 8 miles
sunday: off

some pictures:

last nights dinner was a puttanesca sauce with steak and pasta.
we had chocolate ice cream for dessert while we watched the olympics.
i finally went grocery shopping!
pictured here: mesa sunrise and organic square-ems cereal, spinach, eggs, cilantro, nancy's nonfat organic yogurt, zucchini, cucumber, strawberries, grapes, peaches, frozen acai, and frozen blueberries

this is a picture from friday night of ginger howling over the rooftop on a fallen redwood log

at 8,800 feet

So long as you don't make cuts in line, I know of a place you can go where people get along.

it stands at 8,800 feet, overlooking a happy valley with happy accidents. with happy clouds, happy crooked trees,

and happy little squirrels.


a valley where the little 'possums and raccoons all have a place to sit and drink up the sweetness from the falls.

The valley is busy. the rivers are sprinkled with rafts, the meadows with fawn, and tandem bicycles with children. matchbox cars zip alongside the rivers. 300 miles away the water is salty and filled with romantic dinners.

there is no need to fear evil here, on top of our granite monolith !
night and day, winged-less gargoyles poise stoically from fastened strings like rusted clothes pinned puppets from fingers.
Chinese, Indian, French, German, Dutch, American, Israeli, Palestinian.....a place where women are just as strong as men, where children like the stories that old people tell, where the skinny, the fat, and the muscular do handstands for the camera, where brave people help those who are scared and scared people realize that being brave is part of being human, and we really have to be brave enough to feel it.


at this moment, this moment that we wish would last forever, in mid handstand, in mid war story, we are all so happy! so very thrilled to have defied death, to feel our knees shake, our lungs strain for air, to stand on top of this world together.
to violate our mother's wishes together.
to be greedy masochists, together!
all of us here on top of this rock are happy to feel pain and think pleasure, and together it is our secret.