Runningform, runningform

I keep hearing things in my head about "maintaining a running form."  I hear this when I'm up too durned late,  when I don't wanna do the dishes or grade the papers, and when I'm actually running.  My friend's brother gave her that phrase to use as she was training for a race.  I'm quite sure it was meant to keep her moving when the training felt like it was dragging her past what she could do.  And so it is with me.  Now I hear those words when I'm pushing up a (wee) hill, making those hip rotators work.  I hear it in those other moments too, and it always surprises me just how much a little positive self-talk can improve things.

I'd like to think that I post at times when I'm not tired, or impatient, or frustrated.  Heh.  Tonight I'm just tired.  But I have runningform, runningform.  And in a little bit, I will be asleep.  In the morning I will have a lovely shower.  I will feed, organize, wash, sing to, entertain, feed again, love on, cajole, practice with, launder for, tend, medicate, and teach these sweet  punkins.  We will discuss, argue, tweak plans, and clean things.  We'll manage our appointments.  And we'll sleep again.  And so the rhythm of the week is begun.

As very tired as I am, there's a blessing to this which continues to amaze me.  I don't know how this works, exactly.  But somehow the energy poured in increases by orders of magnitude when I'm not looking.  Hallelujah, eh?  ('Tis a very good thing - I've managed to open my mouth once again and turn my curiosity into an "opportunity for involvement."  So - here we go.)

Hope you're enjoying a lovely evening.  Here:  some smiles.  XO.