|where i ran today|
so yeah, back to this storm. know why i like it? because i have lots of piss and vinegar in me. i get hot stinking mad. i fire up like a rocket with passion. hey- not all the time, because that is too tiring now (don't ask about how i was before i 'mellowed'). so when the wind is raging, the ice pellets are whipping against my face, and i am focused on each and every step and nothing more - i feel like i'm releasing that tension, that built-up anger, disappointment and negativity back into the world and destroying it. one bigass bitch slap.
we don't need to get carried away with the whole new agey catharsis and nihilism stuff here but suffice it to say, i'm at home in the tempest. it soothes me and in its wake, i'm calm.
[an aside - during my run today, i felt pretty primal. made me think of those mythical quests that heroes go on and have to endure some torturous passage...like jason and the golden fleece...so were there any women who went on their own quests? i'm not talking about religious icons like joan of arc, but mythic greek or roman women who were adventure seekers...the only ones i can recall - off the top of my head- the women are always major bitches or angels or mothers (bet they wore mom jeans)...where were all the cool chicks? ]