I have a day off in my schedule for the week that I thought might be best used today, except this is the day I'm in Gorham and Portland for 7 hours. Since my wipers were only on the intermittent setting heading to Gorham, I decided to run my campus loop. Driving mist may seem an oxymoron, but, the wind was really blowing, so it seemed just that. Fortunately I listened to my head and didn't put the extra clothes on my cold body said it needed. I was unzipping and taking off gloves in less than 5 minutes. I ended up having a pretty good six mile run feeling happy with myself for not wimping out. It helped that the book I'm reading is not...um...a real page turner.
I had decided to read The Rainbow by DH Lawrence remembering how much I enjoyed it in my high school English Lit class. I was kind of curious that I didn't remember it being racy yet it supposedly had incest and some lesbian sex. As it is, I'm finding the writing way over the top - kind of like the acting in really old films. I'm beginning to think I liked it only because I had a huge crush on the teacher. Still plan on slogging through.
It's interesting that many of the books I thought were good from long ago, I don't now. Then there are books, like Steinbeck's, that I thought were pure torture that I now appreciate. Some of the classics are read at an age where you don't have the life experience to understand them. I thought Steinbeck a sadist after being forced to read the Red Pony and Of Mice and Men in eighth grade.
Oh, yeah, this is about running. Well, it was running that I thought about all that. Sorry.
I rarely re-read any books....there are just so many out there I haven't read and I have so little time to actually read. I have a bad habit of predicting what happens next ..which isn't much fun if I have already read the book.
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