Today, my body feels stretchy and loose and awake and tingly in a really wonderful way. The sun is shining, and later on, I'm going to go cheer marathon runners in the last few miles of their ridiculous endeavor.
The things that are not working in my life haven't changed since the end of last week, but my perspective on them has. And the things that are working in my life have gotten an outstandingly reinforcing boost.
I utterly love cheering on marathon runners. I think they're all a little crazy (or a lot crazy), and though I hope to dodge that particular vein of craziness, I like having the opportunity to support them in it. This year, my work has a charity team (and for the next two years as well), so we had a contingent out on the course looking out for our runners giving me a good reason to be out there shouting hundreds of strangers' names over the course of the afternoon, interspersed with general enthusiastic screaming and yelling.
* the runner who was a double amputee, running on incredibly awesome looking bouncy prosthetics. * the runner who, after I cheered her on, called back, "I love your hair! That's so awesome!" * the Canadian fan just down from us who lost her mind with excitement every time someone ran by with a Canadian flag on their outfit. * the middle-aged mom flanked by her two young-adult sons, both of whom were yelling, "This is my mom!" * wonder woman * seeing our runners looking strong and happy