Taxi and Dreamin....

It's one of my favorite songs from my H.S. years. Each time I hear it, it stops me dead in my tracks and pulls me in....to remember where I've come from, where I thought I'd go, and accepting of where I am. Twenty-five years ago today, Harry Chapin died in an auto crash. A senseless death. Gone, but most certainly, not forgotten.

I went on a 2-hr bike ride today. All alone....which I'm getting to really enjoy in the wee hours of Sunday morn as not many people or cars are out yet. My path is a smooth one and I'm able to get lost in my thoughts. I pass by an empty storefront that has recently caught my attention. See, the last 8 yrs or so I've had a dream. A dream that I'd own my own little coffee shop, I even found a great location...until I heard how cutthroat this big chain out there could be....they open up right across the street and wait it out til you close down. I wasnt going to tempt that....and good thing, because they did eventually open a few blocks from the location I wanted.

But this store....well...it's right off the running/bike path. A good location to stop, take your helmet off, put your feet up and have a ........piece of pie! Homemade crust, fresh fruits --a dab of creamy vanilla ice cream on top. Yep...that's my new little dream. A Pie Place. I doubt it will come true....I know how dreams go at this point in my life. Reality kills the romance.....so I'll just dream about it every time I pass that spot. It always brings a smile to my face. That's just going to have to be good enough.

I ran with the running group on Saturday. Still some runners wearing long sleeves or long pants. Another lecture from me. Tho, after the run was over, they most certainly got it! We're having record breaking days here in Chicago...and running on the lakefront is brutal.

Good news, though....my leg feels fine. I've been stretching and strengthening my calf, along with icing it daily. I also went to the masseuse again after the run and her wonderful torture of me put me in fine form. Is part of being a runner mean you're also a sadist?? Or is that a masochist..you know, the one that inflicts pain on themselves and enjoys it?? Well, you all know what I mean....cuz you're probably one too!! We all even have the torture equipment...the stick, the IT band roller, the flexible rubber band....I should probably change my blog name to "Madame Lora". I bet I'd get more hits that way!! It is a strange world out there!! well.....naw......I think I'll just sit here quietly, drink my water and soon check if my pee is light yellow. Ahhhh, the simple life.