|Date:||3/11/2008 4:30 PM|
|Pace:||11:06 / mile|
|Notes:||Wow. I thought I ran a better pace.|
VO2 Max: 27.1
I was really surprised that I ran so slowly. Wow. I thought I was flying.
So, I’m about 3 miles in, when Cherokee Maiden, by Merle Haggard comes on my playlist. I start bawling, sobbing, snot running down my face and singing out loud–all during the run. Seriously, I was glad that there weren’t a LOT of drivers going by, but I’m sure the ones who saw me thought I was losing it. I was.
Back in 1978, I met a boy. Married him in 1994, and ended up in court with him this morning, getting near the end of our marriage. It didn’t end well. Mostly I was saddened at how this journey went. We have great kids. Always will.
Back story: In 1978, we would sit outside the AGR (Alpha Gamma Rho) fraternity at Fresno State, and sing sappy country songs. Clay and Rick (who has since passed away) were loud, partying, and fun. I remember them singing Cherokee Maiden. A lot.
So, when this came on today, I ached. I hurt. I sobbed. Loudly.
Running is my best salve right now, though. I’m grateful.