A day of beginnings. And I’m not just talking about Big Brother. I ran again tonight. My thirty miles a week days are so far behind me that it’s hard to believe I was ever an exerciseoholic. If I’m ever going to run this half marathon, it’s going to take a lot more dedication than I’ve been able to muster in the last year.
I also began writing a book. I’ve been wanting to write a book for years now. Since about age seven I’ve wanted to. I finally had a bookworthy idea, so yesterday I sketched it out and today I wrote my first page. We’ll see how long this lasts. Perhaps by the time the half marathon rolls around I’ll have a plot.
Before running on Satan’s conveyor belt (more commonly known as a treadmill), I ran around Wehrspann lake last week. On the drive home, I saw a personalized license plate (which are usually reserved for the self-obsorbed). This one read “ILVPZLS.” I love plazas? I wondered. Then it hit me, I love puzzles. My soulmate lives here in Omaha, drives a gray Hyundai Santa Fe, and is most likely a 72-year old woman.