Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Whispers of Autumn, or Seeking Rest

Tis the season, around here. Fall means nothing if not one-packed-schedule when I coach a whirlwind, nine week season that culminates just as the snow falls--and hopefully just before. With the running season coinciding with the beginning of the school year, the chaos abounds, with seventy and eighty hour work weeks becoming the norm, and Sundays reserved for as much rest as possible, and mandatory laundry as necessity dictates.

We are closing in on the finish around here, and 36 hours of school and coaching and racing seems like so little when I really do love the season so much. Curtis doesn't quite know what to do with the push-and-pull of my emotions--simultaneously exhausted beyond what is healthy and nostalgic as the finale approaches. I suppose there is always next year.

So much as happened in the last few weeks that I've wanted to record: two more vicious windstorms creating one epic run in wind gusts that either brought you to a standstill or pushed you forward without control, students that begin to crack at the seems revealing their vulnerabilities and insecurities or their boldness and dreams, visits from family to celebrate the newest arrival in our family--a beautiful niece. 

The trees are now nearly bare. The snow is creeping daily down the peaks of the mountains, and our championship forecast calls for a fifty percent chance of snow. Perhaps because I'm not running, perhaps because it feels magical the first time it happens every year, I say bring it on. 

It's time for winter, and I have the mulled cider brewing on the stove. As all chaos slows for the time being, I am ready for a quiet corner not plagued with a packed schedule--as much as I will miss it. 

1 comment:

  1. Loving the picture of you with a little one in your arms my dear...

    And seriously, the snow this weekend came too soon. You better hope that craziness knocks off!