It’s summer in Alaska and we’ve been blessed with freakishly high temperatures, sunny skies and daylight stretching out past midnight. It’s intoxicating and giddy. It’s difficult to stay indoors. It’s so damned awesome.
Except (there’s always an except, isn’t there?) I haven’t been able to do the things I love the most, namely running and writing. I haven’t been procrastinating and I’m not burned-out. I just, you know, did something really stupid.
While I was running, I banged my head on a steel bridge under construction. My head spun and lights flashed and I thought, “Why, you actually do see stars.” Then I ran myself home.
Later that evening, as the world swirled and my head ached, I put myself to bed and really, it felt like riding a ship, the way the bed tossed and churned.
The next day, instead of resting, I headed out on a 14-mile trail run because I’m that stupid when it comes to running. Luckily, I called it quits after 5.5 miles, returned home and went immediately to bed. And I stayed there for the next three days. I couldn’t read, watch videos or even listen to Mike talk. My poor and frazzled brain demanded that I lie still, and so that I what I did. I did nothing but breathe.
It turns out that I had (have?) a concussion. And so I rested. On the fourth day, I was able to read for short periods. On the fifth day (when god created the sea, according to Genesis), I walked the dog on the beach, and it was good and fine, and if the world wobbled and I couldn’t quite walk in a straight line, no matter.
The following week I began running again, and while my head hurt a little, it didn’t hurt that much. So I did a hilly 16-miler. By the time I got home, my head was pounding and I was back in bed, but this time only for a day, and this time I could read.
This went on for three weeks. Right as I started to feel better, I went out for a run and messed my head up again. You’d think I’d learn. But I love running so much, and the summer is so short and the trails are so green and lush and beautiful.
In the midst of this all, my cover proofs came in from Raised Voice Press, and I had to chose the best one, and they were all so wonderful and I obsessed and doubted, obsessed and worried. I printed them out, hung them on the wall, stared at them until my head ached. Then I went to bed for a few hours, got back up and obsessed some more.
A few days later, my final edits came in. Because bright lights and screen glare still made my head ache, I wore two pair of sunglasses. It was kind of ridiculous and I had to take it slow, but I made it through.
So now my book is almost finished. I still have to do the Acknowledgements and there are a few more blurb requests I must send out to big-name-authors-who-will-most-certainly-ignore-me-or-decline-, but the bulk of the decisions have been made.
This Saturday and Sunday I felt well enough to head up in the mountains with the dog. So yeah, life is good. Still a little wobbly every now and then, but good.
In a few days, I’ll do a cover reveal and provide information on pre-ordering my book.
Wait. Have I mentioned the title yet? Oh dear, I’ve gotten ahead of myself. It’s MALNOURISHED: A MEMOIR OF SISTERHOOD AND HUNGER.
Okay, I’m shutting up now and sharing some photos of the very easy, very slow Middle Fork Trail run I took with Seriously on Saturday.