Right after my last post I went out to run 4 miles. It felt good and went fairly quickly at a 9 minute pace, my usual easy pace. I was heartened by the good feeeling I had in my legs later in the morning. You know, that tested and energizing tingle you feel for a few hours after a run. That was fine until the afternoon when I started having a relapse of the saliva flood et al. It hit me as I was taking the stage at my second son's high school graduation.
First, to settle the medical issue, I took a benadryl before bed and slept 11 hours Friday night to recover. 11 hours. It was blissful.
Friday was graduation day. Being in a high level position in the district and having a good relationship with the principal, I was able to pull a few strings. Unbeknownst to son C, I was going to be on stage in my gown and hood to shake his hand and present him his diploma. On the stage, there were two school board members, the superintendent, the area superintendent, the principal and one or two other notables; and then there was me, father of C.
We were "treated" to 18 Valedictorian addresses of 60 seconds or less, a litany of great student and school accomplishments and the shaking of 740 graduating senior hands before a standing room only arena of parents and families. Phew.
When C. came through he didn't shake hands; he hugged everybody including the supe and school board members. He was all fired up. It was a moving experience. I got to see eye to eye with a lot of sharp young kids; as well as a few who probably barely made it through, judging by their demeanor.
Graduation was followed by a celebratory dinner and a weekend of grad parties of girls C knows but would wish to know a little better, judging by how he is dressing up and behaving, so far. C is moving out of the house in the fall to attend college and that leaves me and Mrs. T alone in the house with the dogs. Anybody see Failure to Launch? I have plans for the boy's room. No; actually I have to rethink some plans I had in my head a while back and see what I can make of them.
Back to Running. I made it out of bed by 615 today and made it up to Park Avenue to see my Sunday morning running buds. Yes indeed; they still show up. I ran with Jack, Marty and Chris. I covered about six miles very slowly. I had the strength, though not for much more. The heat and humidity is picking up again.
Comng home, I sensed a hollowness. I could remember the intense sensations I had last fall when I could see the sun coming up over the lake, hear the birds chirping, see green trees and foliage shimmering, feel the quiet streets and all the little things that made running in the early morn so special. I knew they were all there this morning but I didn't have the feeling. Something is not right. Something is missing. There is a veil between me and where I want to be.