tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31028221538526570102024-03-13T10:29:00.328-07:00Finding Cross CreekOne girl's love of trail running in Old FloridaMPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10684548806548997346noreply@blogger.comBlogger78125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102822153852657010.post-1441849475504793912013-06-01T09:24:00.000-07:002013-06-17T14:31:17.404-07:00Universal Beauty and MarjorieAs I drove down the dirt road in the Osceola National Forest and parked along the side, I immediately noticed that I am not the only person who enjoys this remote location. The seclusion is part of the allure, for myself, as well as others it seemed. Recently dumped, scattered, and left, the road was carpeted with red shotgun shell casings and other remnants. Garbage littered at least seventy five meters of the path. I was overcome with a feeling of disgust.<br />
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I took to the trails I had intended to travel that afternoon, unable to deal with all of the garbage then.<br />
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When I returned, I dug out a plastic Target sack from my trunk and made my way down the road. Over forty shotgun shells, a pair of neon orange ear plugs, numerous Gatorade bottles, water bottles mutilated with bullet holes, little cardboard boxes, and clay targets and their fragmented pieces overflowed and stretched the bag.<br />
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"The destruction seemed to me a symbol of private intrusion on the right of all mankind to enjoy universal beauty" (Cross Creek, 1996 edition, p. 378).</div>
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Their actions were selfish and disgusting. They do not own the land, yet they treat it worse than if they did. Over the last few pages of Cross Creek, Marjorie discuss the ownership of land: "No man should have property rights over land who does not use that land wisely and lovingly" (Cross Creek, p. 379). So then, why do some feel the need to treat land that is for all mankind in such a way? That is what breaks my heart. We've all seen a stray bottle here and there, but never have I encountered such a deliberate scene like this one, especially in a place that I have grown to cherish these last few months as I have learned the landscape. It pains me to think that these people got some sort of thrill from leaving their mark in the forest.<br />
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As it is National Trails Day, I hope that you can get out and enjoy the paths and maybe even have the opportunity to do good. I suppose that is the thing to take away from this. There are plenty of people who do not respect the land, but I know many more who do.<br />
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"We know only that a sense of well-being sweeps over us when we have assisted life rather than destroyed it. There is often an evil satisfaction in hate, satisfaction in revenge, and satisfaction in killing. Yet a wave of love takes over a human being, love of another human being, love of nature, love of all mankind, love of the universe, such an exaltation takes him that he knows he has put his finger on the pulse of the great secret and the great answer" (Cross Creek, p.377).</div>
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Marjorie continues to impress me with her words. Stumbling upon beautifully accurate phrases like this and moments like this somehow still surprises me. It shouldn't, but I am glad I am still discovering new bits of wisdom from Cross Creek.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102822153852657010.post-31456339456504905642013-05-15T14:11:00.000-07:002013-05-15T14:12:39.371-07:00Fast TrailsFinding places like this really makes me want to run, and run fast. Long, hard-packed dirt road in the woods with no traffic. It's like a cross between the J. B. Starkey bike path and power line road. Perfection. Can't wait to train here and run some strong quarters and kilometers.<br />
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I can't deny that I tested out a section of the road for about 100 meters. How could I pass it up? Great news: it runs fast. <br />
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I took to my still most frequently traveled path, the same one I ran down over ten years ago during my first cross country practice at the park. Immediately I was reminded of what I love most about this park. Diversity. Although small in comparison to the Osceola National Forest, close to where I love now, the landscapes in Starkey vary greatly. The ecosystems are always changing, the land discretely rising and falling around lakes. Live oaks, scrub palmettos, cypress strands. Even on a small walk of just a few miles, I am able to experience so much. </div>
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As wonderful as my outing turned out to be, it began as the first time this year with my injury that I really felt removed from the running community. As I was sitting in my car behind a line of others eagerly awaiting their opportunity to hit the trail, a group of energetic forty-something runners ran by, hopped the fence, and continued down the road. Normally, I don't feel down when I see runners, but this morning I did. Maybe it was the location. I was jealous that they were able to run in the place that I call home and the place that taught me to love running, to love Florida. Maybe it was that they were the first group of runners who reminded me of my team: bouncy, smiling, chatty, tall, thin, and toned. They looked like runners; they moved like runners. I miss that. Maybe the setback with my injury got to me early today, but I know that I am still moving forward and still progressing. Today, I am happy to be able to rediscover my home on foot, even though those feet are walking.</div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102822153852657010.post-29376472781743405722013-05-04T10:47:00.001-07:002013-05-04T14:03:53.282-07:00Little Moments<em>How do I still have drafts from Spring Break? I guess better late than never. Clearly it has been a busy few weeks at work.</em><br />
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During Spring Break, I woke up early as usual and had the urge to go somewhere, to explore a new place. This happens often, but usually on days when I need to drive to work instead of to a new park. I was determined to take advantage of my free morning.<br />
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I grabbed my camera, watch, a few layers of clothes, and I started driving. Not too far along the way, I turned into Alligator Lake Park. Despite being located so close to where I live in comparison to the state parks in the area, I had never truly explored the quaint community oasis.<br />
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As I made my way up the long drive through the front portion of the park, I realized that I was the first one there that morning, as I arrived minutes after the opening time of 8:00 AM. I parked in the main parking lot near the large pavilion. There didn't seem to be a trailhead, so I walked across the grassy area and further down the road. I quickly found the trails once over to the other part of the park, away from the playgrounds and picnic tables. I chose the first path, which took me straight out to the lake, instead of around it. I didn't know it at the time, but that path was an out and back, about a mile long.<br />
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With the temperature in the thirties and the wind barreling across the water, I regretted not bringing a hat, but I kept walking. It was so beautiful, to be in the center of the lake, watching the birds sunning themselves and others trying to swim against the strong wind. I refused to turn around until I had experienced the entire trail. Trees had fallen because of the recent storm, but the sky was a brilliant Florida blue. After days of heavy rain and winds, the sun was shining, illuminating the firsts of the Spring greens on the trees and at the bases of the grasses.<br />
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As one of my good friends would say, these moments exist, even when no one is around to experience them. I want to see the tall grasses waving in the water and the ripples of the lake make their way around the trees. That is why I get up early on those cold, windy mornings. I think that someone should be there to witness what happens deep in the woods. These moments will happen, with or without me, so why not be there?<br />
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A few pictures of the horses (and the foal!) from around Dungeness at Cumberland Island National Seashore.</div>
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By the time my friend and I boarded the ferry to return to Historic St. Marys, we were exhausted. Cumberland Island had proved to be more vast that we had thought, but we enjoyed exploring every inch that we could. </div>
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When we had planned the trip, we knew that we wanted to rent bikes ($16 all day), so we made sure to ask where we could find them. Next to the building at the Seacamp Dock are numerous bike racks filled with beach cruisers, mountain bikes, and a few children's bikes. We claimed our bikes and waited as the man from the ferry to come over. Both bundled up in two layers of pants, three shirts, two jackets, gloves, and hats, we took to the main dirt road. </div>
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Bikes were the way to go. Once we had them, we took off North, occasionally exploring the side trails and the beach. This seemed to be the opposite direction that most of the people on the ferry decided to take. The majority began their day by walking South to Dungeness. After making it out to the small cemetery around Stafford (and we saw two horses in the field!), we turned around to explore the southern end of the island. </div>
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We finished our day trip by returning to the towel and sketching the landscape. Just as we had become absorbed in our drawings, a mare and her foal approached us. As two of just six or seven people at Dungeness, we sat as quietly as possible enjoying the moment. The mother led her baby across the field and soon the rest of the herd followed. They grazed along the tree line and eventually made their way down to the marsh, the foal clearly hesitant to make the jump off of the ledge.<br />
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My friend and I both agreed that it is amazing that a place such as this even exists. The trees, the silence, the history, we could not get over it. I highly recommend making the trip, and I will again soon. I want to be able to explore more of this place. It is a treasure. </div>
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<li>Book/ paper to sketch. It is so nice to sit somewhere quiet and to relax</li>
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<li>Broken in shoes</li>
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O'Leno State Park<br />
River Rise State Park<br />
Mill Creek Nature Preserve<br />
Alligator Lake Park<br />
Osceola National Forest<br />
Olustee Battlefield Historic State Park<br />
Cumberland Island National Seashore (GA)<br />
Anastasia State Park<br />
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Can't wait to see where the next week takes me and all of the places I will discover!<br />
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Photos from the trail, new trails. The best kind of trail. But I would say the same about the paths that I have been traveling for years. <br />
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This week has been good for painting. I finished the oranges, <em>Enchantment, </em>inspired by Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings' <em>Cross Creek:</em></div>
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Enchantment lies in different things for each of us. For me, it is in this: to step out of the bright sunlight into the shade of orange trees; to walk under the arched canopy of their jadelike leaves; to see the long aisles of lichened trunks stretch ahead in a geometric rhythm; to feel the mystery of seclusion that yet has shafts of light striking through it. [...] Here is home. An old thread, long tangled, comes straight again.</div>
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I began this painting in late January after a trip home where picked oranges in the yard. It is one of those memories I will always have of growing up in west central Florida. Around that time, an article by Jeff Klinkenberg was in the Tampa Bay Times about the citrus industry of the area. It just seemed natural to paint them. I completed most of this painting in a week, but let it sit for a month and then I returned to finished it. I think that I will still play around with a few of the oranges, but it won't have any major changes.</div>
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I also fell for the first time. Somehow I managed that while walking. It was a pretty hard fall, but I realized that I haven't had one in a while. I usually average one good one a year. I was due.</div>
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Yes, I am still walking, but with much less pain. Even my quick walking which really is borderline walking, only left me sore for the next few hours. I feel that I am getting better, just slowly.</div>
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A few weeks back, I wrote a little piece for the Florida Trail Magazine. It includes a few images of my paintings (<a href="http://findingcrosscreek.blogspot.com/2013/01/little-landscapes.html" target="_blank">two very recent ones</a> and one from a <a href="http://findingcrosscreek.blogspot.com/2011/04/summer.html" target="_blank">painting class in college</a>). Today it arrived in my mailbox! </div>
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I wrote how running cross country and finding Florida's parks and preserves has given me a home in Florida, but has also made my new location my home. It was nice to finally get that written down. </div>
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Thank you to the Florida Trail Association for allowing me to share a little bit of why I love natural Florida. I hope that others can connect with it in some way, as many of us who call Florida our home were not born in the state. I believe that we have made ourselves Floridians. </div>
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Yesterday I used an upright stationary bike at my college's gym while I was back in town for our annual cross country alumni weekend (which was fantastic!).<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102822153852657010.post-31879178937255547632013-01-17T15:22:00.003-08:002013-01-17T15:42:11.165-08:00Little LandscapesThese paintings started out as something I called my Pocket Prairies, but now they have developed into more diverse little pocket landscapes. I am able to transform the vast landscapes that shaped my youth into mementos that I can carry with me. The smallest is about 1x1.5in. Now, I am able to have a bit of west central Florida with me during all of the transitions in my life.<br />
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Amongst the pines along the Florida Trail in the Osceola National Forest, time seems to stand still. Minutes seem like seconds, and the hours we spent out on the paths felt just as short. Reunited on the trail, it had seemed like no time had passed, although we had not spent a significant period of time one on one since Summer.<br />
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We spoke about teaching, school, birds, exhibits, texture, friends, relationships, and the future. We took pictures of the north Florida winter colors in an attempt to memorize their beauty and composed paintings in our heads. Photographs never do a landscape justice, we decided. We found tree stands, and scaled them, naturally, taking in the view from above. Only as we climbed down and made our way to the trail head, did we take note of the time. <em>When did we start walking?</em> We had forgotten to start our watch. So w<em>hen do you need to head home?</em> She would begin her teaching internship the next morning.<br />
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As we were walking down the last stretch of the dirt road leading to the car, an older couple in a faded blue pick-up truck, concluding a day of hunting, made their way down the road, as well.<br />
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"How long have y'all been out here?" said the man, clearly confused by two soaking wet, twenty-somethings walking down the flooded road.<br />
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"I have no idea," I laughed. Alone in the woods, we were able to talk like no time had passed. Time on the trails seems to slow. And, with good friends, that is always a good thing.<br />
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MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10684548806548997346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102822153852657010.post-41684125013348347222012-12-01T12:59:00.000-08:002013-03-10T09:08:00.248-07:00The 29th of NovemberNovember 29th, the day of my birth, is a day when I remember one of my favorite Floridians. Not Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings, but Al Burt, the great Florida author and columnist. Burt passed on the 29th a few years back. I highly recommend anything and everything that he wrote about Florida.<br />
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<i>The Tropic of Cracker survives in myth, memory and love of natural Florida. It exists more in the mind than in geography, more in the memory than in the sight, more in attitude than in the encounter. It thrives in the sprinklings of people who still honor a multifaceted heritage rooted in the appreciation of a place and the understanding of customs that harmonized with its peculiar blessings. It tolerates and explains the humanly dimensioned heroes and the heroically flawed rogues who give it voice. </i>(<i>Tropic of Cracker<strong>)</strong></i><br />
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I drove to a new (for me) access point to the Florida Trail in the Osceola National Forest, left my car on the side of the road, and bounded down the trail. I am not a slow walker, which is likely why long walks still leave me in some pain. What I'm realizing is that I am covering very little distance, and I am still adjusting to that. Slowing down, well slowing to more than 8:15 miles, is allowing me to truly take in my new home. Cypress trees are few, pines are plentiful. So much for the sandy paths that seems to drag my feet downward. These trails are hard packed, lightly covered with a layer of pine needles. My legs and hips are quite grateful for that. Time seems to pass quickly when there is so much to see and learn.<br />
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Just as my watch ticked 42:30, I returned to my car parked alongside the quiet road. The wind rustled the needles at the tops of the pines, the sun casting long shadows of the trees on the palmettos below. I am so glad that this is my home. Most twenty-three year olds who I know, just out of college, it seems, would much rather move to large cities and enjoy the busier, faster way of life. Well, I am quite happy with my pace in my small town.<br />
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As I ate some good, small town BBQ that I picked up on the way home, I though <em>23 miles can come later. I suppose I have 365 days to get it in. </em>MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10684548806548997346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102822153852657010.post-69964077758927151722012-11-27T17:10:00.001-08:002012-11-27T17:12:19.013-08:00Stretching, stretching, stretching, absI was really pleased with the people who work at the orthopedic office where I am receiving physical therapy. All seemed very knowledgeable, understanding, and just easy to talk with. I was unsure of how it would be, since all of the therapy I have received in the past was from the athletic trainers at my school who knew me and my history very well.<br />
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<br />MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10684548806548997346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102822153852657010.post-35316620844107723062012-11-25T10:25:00.001-08:002012-11-25T10:47:20.838-08:00Three miles for which to be thankfulI am a planner. I always have been, and the trait has served me well. As much as a planner I can be, I have my times to be spontaneous. Over thinking art and the artistic process process has never worked well for me. Usually, I have better results if I jump right in, experiment with the materials, and see where it takes me. My approach to distance running is remarkably similar, which may be why art, running, and nature are so closely related in my mind. <br />
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Despite being told to 'limit my weight bearing activities' by my orthopedic, I still decided to go for a walk at J. B. Starkey Wilderness Park when home this Thanksgiving holiday. I cannot resist watching a good sunrise on the west coast. The problem that surfaced when I was waiting at the gate for the park to open was <em>where</em>? I am used to being able to meander across acres upon acres in just one outing, and then do it all again the next. This was my one shot. <br />
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Where would I make the most of my one morning here? The large field? Western horse trails? The big scrub? The 1.9mi loop? I went through all of my favorite shorter routes, but as soon as I stepped out my car and my feet touched the damp crushed shell lot, all planning disappeared. <br />
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Just as I decided to take the short path to the edge of one of the many lakes, I stumbled upon a new trail. This path did not exist a few months ago, and somehow I found it on this one morning. The fairly wide trail meandered along the edge of the lake, and ended at a recent campsite. There was a small opening in the clearing. It was like a window made to watch the sunrise, so I did.<br />
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With just a three mile or so walk, I was thankful I could do what I love. Although I limited the distance, I was able to explore. I had my own adventure. It felt good. It was exactly what I needed. I had missed the freedom of running. Perhaps that is why when I am not running, I paint landscapes incessantly. I have a need for spontaneity. I cannot wait until I am once again able to fill that need with my brush <em>and</em> my feet.<br />
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<br />MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10684548806548997346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102822153852657010.post-52037686565235966642012-11-17T16:34:00.002-08:002012-11-17T18:14:07.264-08:00A Walk Along the Florida TrailAbout a week ago, I gave into the temptation of the Osceola National Forest. The vast, stunning landscape sits just a few miles from where I live, and it has been unbelievably difficult to restrain from long walks and runs. I knew the pain would be too great if I visited as often as I would like. <br />
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I started at the trailhead down by the Oulstee Battlefield. I took to the Florida trail, where the single track route meanders through the seemingly endless acres of pines. The sun was starting to lower in the sky, casting beautiful shadows over the landscape. After about a mile and a quarter, I turned around to head home. I knew that a longer adventure would leave me in pain for longer than the weekend. Just two miles and change was my final total, but it was enough. The light, the smells, the breeze. I missed it all.<br />
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I am fortunate that I was able to get in my short walk, because a few days later after my appointment with my orthopedic, I was told to teach, go home, and do nothing. Well, I was told to 'limit my weight bearing activities,' to which I responded "which would be?" I'm honestly doing nothing and it's going to drive me crazy. <br />
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Surgery causes many more problems then it would help, so I must continue to wait. I've been waiting for six months, but my body needs more time. I will start physical therapy in a little over a week, although I do not know what I will be able to accomplish. All I know is that it likely will not be as exhausting and fulfilling as a few good LT (lactate threshold) miles on the asphalt or a solid twelve miles in the woods. <br />
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Soon. Hopefully. I know I will be able to run again, I just pray that that day is not over a year away. North Florida is stunning, and I can't wait to get back out there.MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10684548806548997346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102822153852657010.post-28212070050453907802012-11-06T16:35:00.002-08:002013-03-10T09:25:55.589-07:00New Town, New Doctor, Old Injury<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Now that I am settled in my new old little town, I have found a
new orthopedic.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yes, I know that I am
twenty-two years old, and one of the most upsetting parts about moving from home
was leaving my orthopedic.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">I recently had new x-rays which, again, confirmed my
previous diagnosis of osteitis pubis or inflammation of the pubic symphysis.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> This inflammation first appeared two years ago when I had an MRI for my hip injury, however, I did not experience pain until the end of track season this year. </span>After five months of not running, no
improvement was visible.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> I am essentially waiting for bone reabsorbtion and my body to heal itself.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">But, I like my doctor here, maybe even more than my previous
doctor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He has done his research on my
"difficult" problem, asking for advice from doctors throughout the
state who are known for their abilities to solve a good challenge.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hopefully the next step in this
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The good news is that I can walk, I can go to the grocery
store, and, on most days, I can teach without pain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Months ago I was worried about how I was going to live on my own since I could not manage to walk the length of Publix. </span>Although I can do some normal activities, I
cannot lift, even a gallon of iced tea, without pain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Turning over in bed and getting out of bed still bothers me. </span>I can't bike, row, swim, walk long distances, or do
sit-ups.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Who knew such a small joint could cause so much pain? </span>But enough with what I cannot
do right now.</span><br />
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I'll keep dreaming of running. The parks are calling me.</div>
MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10684548806548997346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102822153852657010.post-22176738854926783102012-09-24T14:17:00.002-07:002012-11-25T10:23:11.764-08:00New BeginningsI know that I have been away for a long, long time. I am still here, although also still injured. Hopefully I'm getting over it, but I am not yet running regularly. <br />
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There have, however, been significant changes in my life. I am now the art teacher at an elementary school in a north central Florida town. I live nearby in a quite little area with good open spaces that make for beautiful driving, and beautiful running soon. I love where I am living. I can see the sky and the stars in the black sky. The land rolls, and the fog settles by the lakes in the early morning. Things like that make me happy.<br />
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There are parks nearby, including state parks and also the Osceola National Forest. I have hundreds of thousands of acres to explore, but right now I am waiting.<br />
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I know it will be wonderful and worth the wait.<br />
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MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10684548806548997346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102822153852657010.post-63938626320699093422012-05-21T11:54:00.000-07:002013-03-10T09:27:08.227-07:00PaintingOften when I find myself painting more, it means that I am running less. I haven't run in a week and a half because of some pain that I have been experiencing. It could be related to my various previous hip issues, but it could also be completely new. Since for the first time in over eight years I'm not training for something specific, I took the time off. I am going to get better and not drag whatever this is on. (I learned that lesson the hard way...) Hopefully a little rest and a visit to my orthopedic will get me back on the trails soon.<br />
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Here's what I've been working on in the meantime. The painting's current state:<br />
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There is a sense of home in the warmth and overwhelming power of the color that I haven't found anywhere else. Every time I return, I am even more struck by the beauty. I hope that everyone is able to have a similar feeling about a treasured place of their own, and if not, I believe these sunrises can be even more beautiful when shared.</div>
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