Well, it’s been a bit, no? I’ve been hugely busy with my book release.
Dolls Behaving Badly released Feb. 5 from Grand Central Publishing/Hachette Book Group, and I naively thought that that would be that, maybe a week of publicity stuff and my life would go back to normal.
Yeah, right. I had a week of readings/discussions/signings, followed by weeks (and more than a month to come) of guest blog posts, interviews and blog tours. I had no idea.
Now, back to running.
We missed the Lost Dutchman Marathon, due to my book release schedule, and because of it we kinda lost our oomph. Then we both came down with colds/flu.
Yesterday, MM and I did pull our sick and coughy bodies out to watch the Rondy World Championship Sled Dog Races and oh, watching those dogs run made me want to run. Especially since they ran part of the Mayor’s Marathon route. And they were tiring at almost the same spot where I began to tire.
I don’t know how many of you have ever had the chance to watch sled dog races, but it’s the most amazing thing. These dogs love to run. You can see it in their eyes, which are fierce and heated and determined. We stood in the woods, so close we could hear the dogs pant as they ran past, hear their feet hit the ground, hear their yikes and yelps. There was a wildness to them, and an abandoned joy. I truly think that those dogs would happily run forever if they had the chance (the same feeling I often have while running in the mountains, that I never want to stop, that I want to run to and through eternity).
Now tell me: Don’t these dogs look the way you feel when you run?
Have a great Sunday, everyone.