Normal day

JoVE linked me to a new blog I'll be following longterm, I think. It's called Handmade Homeschool, but has knitting and other creative stuff, and I like her writing and pics. 

Anyway, she did a half-marathon in Budapest, with her husband who does triathlons, earlier this year. She did it - trained, ran and enjoyed it - because she couldn't resist the idea of running there through that beautiful city. That's what made me do the Bridge run, so it resonated with me +++.
She writes about the whole thing here.

I thought I'd done with writing about my amazing feat (for me!) but then I read her (not sure what her name is!) post about normal days, and wanted to add the quote with which she started here. Wonderful.

Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.” 
Mary Jean Iron

This made me think, too, of the Book Show I heard this morning, where Christina Thompson was interviewed. She's a US academic and editor of the Harvard Review, who is married to a Maori man, and who has used their relationship as a hook to bring people to the history of the Maori/European relations in NZ in her book "Come on Shore and We Will Kill and Eat You All: An Unlikely Love Story". She spoke about her husband (named Seven)'s inability and lack of interest in thinking about the future at all, to the extent that he once said to her 'I think about food all the time', but then suggested that he might feel that way because he was hungry right now. (CT doesn't claim that all the differences between her and her husband are to do with him being Maori, BTW). I found it interesting and challenging!