So- have been so spazzy and sporadic- have neglected to mention and give full attention to the REVLON 5K RUN/WALK to help fight womens’ Cancers. Bettina, one of my campers brought it up and talked me into starting a team. Well, we’re now 32 strong and have raised almost $4,500.00 to date. VERY PROUD. It takes place next Sat, May 8th and we’re doing a “Rosie The Riveter” theme”… Because if we can’t be the biggest, richest or fastest- we’re DAMN sure gonna be the most stylie.
ANYWAY! Got an email from my DEAR, hilarious, amazing pal PAIGE yesterday and am re-posting it below because it was just too amazing to keep to myself. She rules in ways I can’t even write about… But, see for yourself: I bring you PAIGE (Today’s guest BLOGGER:)

The First Mile

eardrums hungry with appetite for “The Boss”.
he lays down “10th Avenue Freeze Out”, and my pace feels lively.
not sentimental melody, but mindless. a good beat. i give it an “8″.
i shift into more than anyone’s fair share of “earth wind and fire”;
reminded of the days i waited tables on Anthony Kiedis, Steven Speielberg, and Peter Fonda.
playing cymbals and drums as the treadmill belt takes me where i think i’m going.

heart rate 145

The Second Mile

further into the playlist, tunes equally mindless, beats are driving. cake, b-52’s, inxs.
scenes are projected on the empty brick wall across from me.
jack crying earlier in the day. my lack of empathy. cailyn sucking her thumb at school. doubting choices.
new ideas, solutions to problems, retorts to unfinished arguments. i am prolific.

nearing the end of Mile 2
Brian Setzer Orchestra..
swinging with each step. brass blaring. and he says, “BEAUTIFUL!”
it is.
if my body could do what my ears are hearing…i’d be…well, i’d be dancing.
like Brooke.
she swing dances.
she lives. she lives. she lives. she is living with cancer. sort of.
one new breast. one old one. new hormones. sweaty.
all kinds of crazy funny. all kinds of epic courage.
i start to cry.
blink.
blink.
blink.
INHALE!!!!!
more surging love. more aching at this world.
my friends who are grieving. my friends who are struggling. my friends who are trying to embrace the unknown, bravely trusting, holding fears at bay.
a flood of souls, mandalas of yearning, longing, fighting, winning and resting
in life and love.
i miss my father.

The Third Mile

Under Pressure-Bowie and Queen.
welcome, gentlemen.
pace back up.
‘how are the kids in childcare? i hope jack isn’t hitting.”
Jackson 5-Dancin’ Machine…
How the hell did they expect Michael not to be screwed up? He’s 10 years old singing about sex!!!
almost finished…sweating good. heart rate160. is that good?
David Byrne.
AND SHE WAS, repeat. AND SHE WAS, repeat. AND SHE WAS.
and i was.

walking up the stairs, stretch in private.
Yoyo Ma…
laying on my back. staring at ceiling.
these are the same eyes that will be staring out of an old person’s body.
Slaughterhouse Five moment.
beautiful, surreal, presently blissful.

love,
paige

ps, i will be participating in the Revlon 5K. the above is my training regimen.