Date April 30, 2009

I woke up at 5:00 a.m. like always, put my feet on the cold tile floor, shuffled to the bathroom.  Washed my face, brushed my teeth, pulled my hair into a ponytail.  A “cheer pony” for Sisser.

Running shoes, jacket, keys, watch.

Good morning to the doorman, then out onto the street.

And try as I might I just couldn’t get started.  So, instead of running or submitting myself to the torture that is The Shred, I walked.

Down the hill, past the stadium, and wave to a friend who’s up at this ungodly hour as well.

Around the block and past the coffee shop, back to my door.

“Cansadita, Mees?”

“Si, senor.”

“Por fin.  Piense que usted era invencible”

“No, sir.  I assure you that I am not invincible.”

We both laughed and he looked at me tenderly and said words I should have heard a while ago.

“We all need rest, child.”

So, I am resting.

3 Responses to “rest”

  1. Lou said:

    Rest, it is a need that alot of people confuse with weakness or laziness but we must remember even God rested!

  2. Robin said:

    i have been missing your antics. School and life are occupying most of all the time I can wrangle up. i still have your books, safe. keeping them as ransom as so that I might see you again this summer…or maybe I am just really bad at dropping them by the bank. We’ll go with choice two.

    hope you are well, mi amiga.

  3. Robin said:

    wait. I meant choice ONE…keeping them as RANSOM!

    see…I cant even leave a coherent comment.

    es Lunes