Friday, August 29, 2014

dread.

This is what frustration looks like.


That's an ice pack. On my heel. I think the dreaded plantar fasciitis got me. It's one of those runner things that I guess I always sort of expected would hit me at one time or another. Completely self-diagnosed, of course, but I fit the profile: new running shoes with less arch support, chronically tight calves and hammies, and inadequate stretching practices. All the ugh right there.

As with my ankle sprain in January, I know I need to just lay low and let this heel heal. {haha} But not running is not entirely an option for both mental health and practical matters. I've got a half marathon {paid for} in 36 days. My most recent training run was 11 miles so I am in good shape, but it's still frustrating as hell. Looks like I'll be spending a goodly amount of time on the track, doing intervals and light jogs for the next couple of weeks. And researching inserts for those shiny new running shoes that are likely to blame for this. And ice. Lots and lots of ice.

Feel free to send any PF tips my way!

1990-1994: Doll Parts.

Oh, Courtney Love. She might have been a trainwreck, but I too often felt like one during that time in my life. And she just put it all out there. There are maybe five albums that are sheer perfection from start to finish, and Live Through This is one of them. Still, 20 years later, is the best remedy for a bad day.



"...and some day you will ache like I ache..."

**

Last week I had forgotten, but Friday is also the "...and a book" part of Five Songs and A Book. So, in retrospect

1985-1989: Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing. Since reading that book somewhere around 4th or 5th grade, I have not been without a book in hand. Where the Wild Things Are was my first favorite book; but Tales of Fourth Grade Nothing is when I became a reader. 

1990-1994: One word: Gatsby. That is all. 

See ya in '95! 


Thursday, August 28, 2014

1990-1994: Today. (From yesterday)


No real commentary for this one, oddly enough. In retrospect, it just sort of signified a shift for me...a moment of transition from who I was to who I would be. 

{sorry for the late post...yesterday got away from me...} 

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

1990-1994: Yellow Ledbetter.

Whoa nelly, are these getting a little more introspective. Stuff started to matter. The way my life would shape was beginning to be evident. And always with the music in the background.

I'm going a tiny bit out of chronological order because this one was just too perfect not to post today. August 27th. Which back in 1994 happened to be the first Saturday night I spent as a college student. And there was debauchery on Main St. in Oneonta. And then there was the convergence of two groups of marauding college students. And then there was a boy. At that moment in time, he was The Boy.

And the fact that I remember this speaks to my freakishly accurate memory and the impact that this random encounter would have on me. Oh, the first loves. They were so intense, weren't they?? And when you're 19 and you kiss The Boy for the first time in his dorm room with Pearl Jam playing softly in the background, you feel like the Earth has tilted a little bit on its axis.

The beauty of the music being that you get to reminisce upon it for years to come.


Tuesday, August 26, 2014

1990-1994: Scary Sad.

Babydoll dresses and Doc Martens and sunflowers and peace signs. A regular little flower child. With a side of punk. I think it was because I was always crushin' on the boys with skateboards.

Monday, August 25, 2014

1990-1994: Wind of Change.



It was either going to be this or Jesus Jones's "Right Here, Right Now". Both speak to me about the transitions happening in the world, and within my life. Just as the Cold War was ending and the boundaries of the world shifting, I was beginning high school, seemingly leaving my "childhood" as my worldview and sense of self began to be inexplicably altered. 

This particular five year span, in retrospect, was probably one of the most dynamic of my life. Between 1990 and 1994 I went from high school to college, from cheerleader/SADD secretary/yearbook and prom committee member with huge hair to an angsty young adult, who would struggle for years to find her place in the world, with a Dolores O'Riordan pixie, piercings, and tattoos. 

The wind of change, indeed. 


Friday, August 22, 2014

1985-1989: Hysteria.

The song that changed everything. This took me from a world of pop to a world of acid-wash and hair bands. The pinnacle of my life was seeing Def Leppard in concert in the summer of 1988. This was my first, like for reals, favorite song in ever. And I spent years believing...believing...that Rick Savage was my soul mate.





Next week...oh, the early 90s. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. But the music was fierce. See you Monday! 

Thursday, August 21, 2014

1985-1989: Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now.

Sixth grade. First "boyfriend". First "song". That is all.



Oh, and then my mom told me that Starship was derived from the original Jefferson Airplane and my entire brain fell out my ear.