Did everybody get a chance to enjoy the super-moon this weekend? Apparently yesterday’s perigree full moon (the fancy technical term for when our sultry satellite swings closest to the Earth along her elliptical orbit) was the most-super super moon of the whole year! I couldn’t resist snapping a quick shot of this lovely lunar display during my morning run.
My weekend was delightful. I took a trip to the Olympic Sculpture park.
I (finally) repaired the wheel on my bike, so I am no longer a slave to the tyrannical schedule of King County Metro for my morning commute.
Alli and I educated Porter about the importance of proper athletic footwear.
I also squeezed in 13.5 miles out on the pavement. I was shocked to discover when I finished my morning rambling that I completed this gentle, easy, no-stress, not-hard-at-all training run AT THE SAME PACE as the half marathon I ran (and placed a disappointing 6th in my age group) last weekend.
There are three interpretations for these data:
1) I was having an off day last Saturday.
2) Hydrating, reducing my mileage, carbo-loading, hitting the hay early, and generally going taper-crazy doesn’t do a DAMN thing. I might, in fact, be better served by drinking Rose until 11 pm, rolling out of bed at 5, shoving half of a piece of toast in my mouth, and heading out the door half-groggy for a pre-race strategy.
3) The Super-Moon
I’m going to go with option 1) or option 3). I know that as an over-educated academic who lives and breathes experimental biology for my living, I shouldn’t put too much stock astrological superstitions. Moon-induced malaise CERTAINLY cannot fulfill Koch’s postulates for causality.
Nevertheless, I feel like the full moon puts me on edge–as if chaos is lurking around every corner. I end up with an excess of creative energy, which is delightful but can drive me to distraction if I lack direction.
Tom Robbins has this to say about the purpose of the moon (from Still Life with Woodpecker):
“Vincent van Gogh cut off his ear and sent it to Marilyn Monroe.
The severed ear reminded Marilyn Monroe of a crescent moon, and for hours she contemplated it by moonlight.
She telephoned Vincent van Gogh. “Does the moon have a purpose?” she asked.
Vincent van Gogh considered her question. He decided it was silly.
Albert Camus wrote that the only serious question is whether to kill yourself or not.
Tom Robbins wrote that the only serious question is whether time has a beginning and an end.
Camus clearly got up on the wrong side of bed, and Robbins must have forgotten to set the alarm.
There is only one serious question. And that is: Who knows how to make love stay?
Answer me that and I will tell you whether or not to kill yourself.
Answer me that and I will ease your mind about the beginning and the end of time.
Answer me that and I will reveal to you the purpose of the moon.”
I can’t tell you how to make love stay. I can’t explain why some races go better than others. What I can give you are some positive affirmations and some nice pictures to look at. Mondays can be tough, here’s a few more mantras to remind ourselves to have a wonderful week.
Does the full moon create chaos in your life? Or are you more inclined to notice chaos when the moon is full…