Yesterday's Run

I ran yesterday. I did it because my legs are still underneath me and my breath is still in my lungs. For no other reason than that did I lace up my running shoes, throw on my iPod (complete with one of the audiobooks to which I have recently found myself addicted), and trot from the driveway of my semi-urban home. For anyone interested, my current tome of choice is Bergdorf Blondes. Despite my need to finish it, I wouldn't recommend it. I would, however, recommend my last audiobook - Everyone Worth Knowing. Not exactly the next Pulitzer winner, but definitely a great long run listen.
As I ran, I was struck by the lack of familiarity I had for my neighborhood. No...not my neighborhood. My neighbors. It takes me no more than 3 seconds to count the number of neighbors I have met since I and my phenomenal husband (no, I'm not biased. Why would you ask?) moved into our home almost 2 years ago. Is this anonymity a thing of permanence or a phase our culture is going through? Growing up, I knew all of my neighbors. Not just from my immediate block but for at least a two block radius. I knew them not only by name but by smell, habits, lawns, everything. I knew who gave great candy on Halloween and who gave a Saran wrapped packet of 5 pennies. Yes, someone actually thought that was a novel idea. They had no idea the pennies turned into violent projectiles launched by me and my brother, Tim, against our peacefully sleeping older brothers.
But I digress. I'm still trying to figure out the focus of this blog and will slowly stretch and work out the kinks as I write. Please continue to read and bear with me as I try to find my writing legs over the coming weeks. While these first entries may not bear much promise, my promise is that they will improve. Just believe.