Giving birth to a new idea

I crept quietly out of bed this morning, Wooly's bed, not mine.  Another night of playing Musical Beds, left me with "the twins". (Once a week, at least, a random stranger will ask if Columbine and Wooly are twins.  "Nope," I'll try to explain, "2 years and 2 pounds difference."  Columbine is amused by this regular twin probing and recently began referred to she and Wooly as "the twins".)

Sometime between Midnight and 2am I had squished in next to Wooly, arm flapped across his head to give Columbine a finger to hold.  It's no wonder I awoke tired.  Hibiscus, in rare form, as she is the only one to consistently stay in her own bed, ended up in my spot, next to Mr. Forget-me-not. 

Mysteriously I had awoken at 5:28am, exactly 2 minutes before the buzzing of my alarm clock.  Careful not to wake my den of sleeping cubs, I slid out the door and into my running shoes.  No ipod to distract or motivate my pace, it was a purist run, just for the sake of the sport and the therapy it provides.

As I trotted along, chasing the sunrise, I reminisced about the marathon trainings of yesterday.  Running a second marathon is a lot like having your second child.  You haven't a clue when you run your first, naivety absorbs most of the shock.  To do it a second time, that's when you really tap into the mental willpower.  Considering I'm still nursing along old injuries from my first, and finally have toenails again where stubs used to be, it's probably premature to consider running another.  But still....Maui calls to me.  I feel the idea taking root in my head, stirring in my wanderlust heart.  I need another dream to chase.

The rush of the finish line, that feeling of being Queen of the Universe--and it lasts for days!--I want it.  I want to do it again.  Just once more.  But can I?

Maui Marathon is in September.  Which means I'd have to start training again in May.  If I think too much about it, I'll talk myself out of it.  Yet, another parallel to childbirth. 



Always on the grow,