Tucson, Day Three

Okay, I have some scattered thoughts and then a list…

1. no matter how many nights in a row I get eight uninterrupted hours of sleep, I will never feel rested–it’s the damn MS. Knowing this is good and bad. It’s good because I won’t have to feel like I’m missing much when I don’t get sleep at home. It’s bad because I won’t ever know what it feels like to feel good…when’s that MS cure coming?

2. no matter what clothes item or piece of artwork or furniture I look at and fall in love with, I can guarantee it will be way more costly than I can afford. Way more costly. And I’m not afraid to spend, mind you…

3. Everyone should get a vacation from their lives every once in a while…without exception. Is that a statement from an educated middle class woman or what?

4. Haircuts…without a doubt the best ones I’ve ever gotten have been in places to which I can never return…at least not on a regular basis. The jury is in, and my hair looks great even when I do it myself. But the creator of the do is here. I won’t be for much longer. The best haircuts ever:
a. my first trip to CA–one of Vidal Sasson’s personal assitants gave me the best cut ever…
b. the place in Virginia–Tyson’s Corner–I used to go to when I taught school in MD…

That’s it…nothing around me suits to the extent that these stylistes did…sigh, like I have time to find someone in Pittsburgh.

5. I can’t remember what my other observations are so I’ll edit this later…onto the list I’d like you all to contribute to if you can…

Okay, exercising in unique or special places…that sounds bizarre, I know, but there are places where I love to run:
a. Shadyside, Squirrel Hill, Oakland route in Pittsuburgh that was once known as the “Crew Route,” at the University of Pittsburgh. NOt to be confused with the “Wrestler Route,” which would take the lives of even those runners like the old me who would run a couple times a day, many many miles…
b. Anywhere in California…this because I spent two summers in my younger years, traveling the coast, running like a crazy person, sleeping on the beach…bank account dwindling down to nothing…perhaps the whole, “living wild and crazy allure” lent itself to my romanticized memories of running there.
c. Lake Tahoe–same trip–we felt so damn in shape running so high above sea level…yeah, it was good.
d. Tucson…the moutain views…not being in them like in Tahoe, but seeing them…

Anyway, I barely qualify as a runner anymore, but being here in Tucson, has re-energized my running desire–I guess I must be feeling a little more rested–and made me think of all the places I love to run.

Just a note–the Shadyside-Squirrel Hill-Oakland route is so desirable a route that my good friend who lives in Charleston visited me in Oakmont last year (about twenty minutes from Shadyside) she went into town for a massage, bagged that, drove back to my house for her running stuff and relived her Ph.D. running days. Kate’s a little odd, but I’m telling you running there is the best…

SO, SO, SOOO…..

List for me your favorite workout venues…nothing is too odd. Please even if there’s only one–give it to me people…

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