This blog has been started to track the progress of both my
running and of my quilting. For some
reason, I grew up with the belief that there were very defined roles in life.
And they didn’t cross. Not at all.
I can remember 20 some years ago when my two oldest kids and
I totally ditched our lives and moved someplace that although we had ties, we
knew no one. In the end, it turned out well although I think that the three of
us truly suffered – my oldest son more so than anyone. Anyway, I can remember sitting in a counselor’s
office who we were seeing to hopefully iron out my son’s – who was about 7 at
the time – quite obvious depression. And
I can remember telling this counselor that I loved to quilt and I loved to run
but in my mind, runner’s didn’t quilt and quilter’s didn’t run. To me, at the
time, they seemed mutually exclusive and I can’t even begin to fathom why I
believed that. I’ve always had a habit
of imagining what people are like on the inside by what they seem on the
outside. I guess I thought that all runner’s lived to exercise and had no desire
to be part of the quilting community who, in my mind, loved all things
domestic: sewing, patchwork, baking, etc.
I didn’t fit either. Well, actually I liked everything that I thought of
in relation to a ‘quilter’ except I had always envisioned quilters as being
kind, gentle souls. And I was not. At
the time, I didn’t think of myself as a nice person. I’m getting better
though. And I’m doing both. I’m running
and while I run, I think about quilt designs.
That’s a big change for me.
And of all the problems one can have, I guess being able to
integrate running and quilting is a pretty mild problem to have.
