April 8, 2008 at 2:41 pm (Quotes)
“We think we know what we are doing. We have always thougt so. We never seem to acknowledge that we have been wrong in the past, and so might be wrong in the future. Instead, each generation writes off earlier errors as the result of bad thinking by less able minds - and then confidently embarks on fresh errors of its own.”
~Michael Crichton, Prey
April 8, 2008 at 1:45 pm (Wyoming Field Season)
I can hear my pulse drumming below my ear, can feel it pounding in my chest. My breath is quickened, but sure and deep. My calves are taunt and warm with the work. And me…me, I’m smiling. Smiling and smiling, skipping and twirling and jumping. I’m giddy. I feel so amazingly energized that I’m giddy with the pleasure of it. I’m energized like no bottle of Mountain Dew could ever hope to make me.
I haven’t felt this good in months.
I had a long full morning and the afternoon off on a day just too great to ignore. So I filled my daypack with snacks and water, a book and notepad and pen, my jacket and camera and IPod, and I took off. It was about time I went for a walk.
And boy does it feel good! To be active again, to feel the beat of my heart and the strain of my muscles, to push myself and enjoy myself and feel tired from actual physical exhertion, that is when I feel my best.
I haven’t felt it enough lately. Not nearly enough.
