There is something so satisfying about wrapping up all my loose ends at work (even though I had to stay late at work tonight to get that done), coming home to my family still happy from their trip to the zoo, and spending the first evening of vacation running in nice cool air. Nevermind the tight shins left over from the earlier runs this week, the fatigue of several short sleeps in a row, and a few persistent belly cramps ... it's late, the house is quiet and I'm alert, basking in the runner's high chemical bath that seems to be coming sooner into each run I do as the weeks roll by.
Tanya asked me earlier this week, "Do you actually like running?" The obviously leading question came with a tone of "I can't believe you're going to tell me the answer is yes!" ...which of course was the answer. Running is a kind of meditation. It helps me to process the events of the day, assemble fuller impressions of what I've experienced, and make meaning of the split-second insights that seem to guide me --sometimes so gracefully -- through my days. I'm grateful for the solitude and the clarity that accompanies running and that follows me back home.
Tonight I am thinking of my friends whose lives have changed so dramatically over the past couple of years and how glad I am that I can offer them a measure of support through this likeable effort of running.
Tonight I am pleased to officially begin my fundraising for Magic Castle day care at Toronto's Princess Margaret Hospital and through fundraising to extend my support to other families just like Donna and Todd's.
Tonight I urge you to donate what you can in support of Magic Castle so families -- families just like yours -- will find comfort knowing their little ones are in caring hands even as they convey themselves into the hands of their doctors and nurses.
It's getting late and sleep will come fast....gotta run.
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