…among other things. It has become increasingly clear that I’ve fallen off the running wagon this year. On Saturday I watched on the socials as dozens of my friends ran around the city and province, training and racing in events including five klick fundraisers, long training runs, late-evening party races, favourite mountain events, and even an epic ultra marathon trail run. I ate pizza and wandered around the science centre. Albeit it was my only daughter’s tenth birthday party and I was playing the role of the good dad, but I didn’t even go out for a modest morning jog on Saturday. It didn’t even cross my mind. I tell myself over and over and over that “I’m gonna pick it up” again soon, get back into some serious training and maybe even some serious distance… but there is a motivational element that isn’t clicking these days. It used to be that I wrote about it, ran it, and then wrote about it some more. Maybe that was it? Stay tuned, I guess… this slump can’t last forever.
I was a little worried. We’ve been on vacation for about two weeks and (obviously) I was not bringing along my violin. Someday, maybe, when the purpose of travel is a little more musical or when we go to some European villa and I can sit on the veranda playing, but for a hurried pair of trips through two major US cities… no. I packed up my violin in its case the evening we left for New York and there is stayed until I pulled it out last night. And, I was a little worried. Worried that all my practicing would be for nothing. Worried that I would be like a noob beginner again. Worried that it would be more scratching than music. But no. My fingers remembered where they were supposed to touch the strings and my arm remembered how to move the bow, and if anything using my legs to run marathons gave my digits the rest they needed to make some very lovely sounding practice in the basement as life spins back to regularly scheduled programming.
Probably the same sorts of things I frequently point the lens of my camera towards.
What happens when you injure your back: you quietly forget about all your little projects. Yeah, I fell off the cart on my little photo game project, but I’m going to kick it into gear again here very soon.