High on the rocks, Shocked shakes with frequent earthquakes. Wide, deep, dark canyons ring back echoes. The thin, yellow layered rock crumbles underfoot. Columns of rock rise in the deserted desert.
The ghosts of birds haunt Shocked. They perch atop teetering rock towers. When the towers fall, they unfurl papery wings and dive. The sharp tips of their wings brush the rock floor. Then they swoop up into the red Shocked sun.
Relatable — I used this word in my reviews of Depression Hates a Moving Target by Nita Sweeney on Goodreads and Amazon . It's a nice word, but overused of late. So, it feels lazy. What do I mean? I connected with this book. It made me reflect more on my own first marathon experience. It made me want to put on my running shoes and head out the door again. In fact, I did. Now, typically, my mental health doesn't hinder my ability to do the stuff I want to do and my body flies under the radar. Still, I also felt goofy stepping out in my running gear a lot of the time. I didn't see myself as a "runner" or an athlete. And, I had no idea if I could run 13 miles let alone 26.2 when I started. More to the point, could I stay moving for the 4+ hours straight it would take to complete the marathon? To do the training mileage, I knew I'd have to run through streets and trails on my own and that made me nervous, too. Waves of grief wash us to strange shores. Whe...
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