Ladies & Gents:
A few weeks ago, I read Elizabeth Gilbert's Big Magic. It's a bit of a wacky book that I probably could have used more when I was writing Running: A Love Story rather than after, but I wasn't mad that I read it. In the book, Gilbert offers the advice that, if you're stuck with writing, to put on your best clothes and try again. That's…not for me. I enjoy working in comfortable clothes, but I have toyed with the idea of having some sort of writing crown. I tweeted that, she replied and said yes! I should have one for every day of the week. Well, let's just start with one. I sought out an Shakespearian, Henry V style crown, but found this 1960s crown hat from TheVintageHatShop on Etsy. I put it on while reading the book for the almost last time. I don't know if it helped, but despite my unwashed hair, sweatpants and hoodie, I felt a bit fancier for it.
Running wise, I ran the Delaware Canal Half Marathon on Saturday. I didn't expect much since my longest run this fall was 8.2 miles, but I did well. Not a PR, but about six minutes under my goal. I kept waiting for my legs or lungs to give out, but when I hit mile 10 and still felt okay, I sped up and ran hard to the finish. This is the second times I've done the race, and it's one of the prettiest halfs I've run. The 10am start can be dicey (in 2013, we had a very warm day), but this year: cold enough to not be a bother.
What I'm Reading
Prodigal Summer by Barbara Kingsolver. Beautiful book. Lots to think about around how we pick and pester with our earth. It was published in 2000, but seems very right now. This is one of the books I picked up at the Haddonfield Library Book Sale.
What I'm Watching
I finished the first season of Arrow. Very good. It's less ambitious, at least where I'm at in the show, than its cousin The Flash, but as a friend said on Twitter, The Flash had the benefit of Arrow figuring its way for two years before it debuted. I watched the first two episodes of Master of None, too. Funny stuff, but I wasn't fighting the urge to rip through the whole thing. For a throw back, I streamed Pal Joey. The 1950s were…interesting times.