I watched this rather fascinating documentary about the yearly trek of the emperor penguins in Antarctica last night for the first time. I have to say, I have a whole new respect for penguins. Not that I didn't respect them before, but... well, you know... they're penguins. It wouldn't have ocurred to me there was much to respect. But how mistaken I was! Truly astounding animals, penguins are.
Monday, January 21, 2008
I haven't blogged in a long while. I've been feeling rather uninspired, both with my running and my writing. It's not that I'm not running, because I certainly am. Training even. I logged nearly 90 miles in the month of December and look to top 100 this month by the time it's over. I'm just feeling so terribly blah about it all and I'm sure a lot of it has to do with the weather. For the first time in my running career, Mother Nature is really getting me down and I'm supremely annoyed with myself for allowing it. I haven't blogged because there's not much to blog about in the first place. And because I want to keep you all as family and friends, I'm not willing to subject you to my perpetual whining and bellyaching about the weather. So, I stay quiet, huddled in my sorry little mass of self-pity.
But last night watching the penguins, I suddenly found myself inspired. I stared intently at the screen and thought, "if a BIRD can waddle literally hundreds and hundreds of miles in -80 degree weather against 300 km winds in only its feathers and survive, surely I can run outside a few times a week in my four layers of clothing and do the same."
So, it's cold. So, it snows. So, there's ice. So, it's windy all the flippin' time. Get over it, already.
This penguin's marching on.