handwritten on January 10, 2020
3.5 miles: I have been having a lot of "life shiver" moments recently. This is hard to explain but I don't think I have had an authentic "shiver" since perhaps my freshman year of high school. Actually, I suppose this isn't quite true. However, my first authentic shiver that I can remember occurred in high school. A shiver, by the way, happens to be the time in which you can actually feel your very soul shaking. It's this shivering, tingling sensation that sometimes takes place in the pit of one's stomach or toes or knees. My soul shaking moment occurred actually-now that I think about it-in 8th grade. I was standing beside a 300 piece marching band for 8th grade band night. I remember I...
handwritten on January 9, 2020
1 mile: Today while I was running, I reflected back on the tiny little voices before lunch who told me..
Mrs. Amoscato...I don't even like recess...
Can I just stay in the classroom with you? I can even do work..
Though probably not a good decision on my part, I let them stay in because I am pretty sure I used to be that kid
my brother as well
who really disliked recess in elementary school.We played soccer outside and even then
the ball was stolen or someone showed poor sportsmanship or would make the teams uneven so we were on
the losing team. Recess was certainly a time of dread not necessarily dreams being fulfilled on the blacktop..I get it
I much preferred hanging out in the classroom...
handwritten on January 8, 2020
3.5 miles: As I ran today, I was filled with the thought of the chase and how much life-to really create something worthwhile-requires a chase. Chasing after thoughts or chasing after dreams or chasing after yourself or after someone else. As I was running today, I quite literally thought back to all the times in my life I had been lead on a new/ beautiful path towards others, towards vision, towards ambition, towards greater clarity, towards helping humanity and towards unchartered waters. All of these circumstances always required a faith inside me, a resilience and most importantly the ability to continue the chase until the journey was fulfilled.
No one likes the chase. Your legs may...
handwritten on January 7, 2020
One mile: Today wasn't even a Monday, and I was dragging. When you come back from a break of laying low and completing a lot of sleeping cycles, it sure is hard to get back in the swing of things. As I was making about four-hundred salt dough hearts with the student council after school, and I reflected back on this as I was running only one mile today, I chuckled a bit because with the amount of hearts we layed out on that table, I felt like my own heart was just half full today.
Not half full in the sense that I didn't feel love but half full in the sense that I wasn't able to fully realize my own heart today because of how tired and drained I was by the end of the day. But then I...
handwritten on January 6, 2020
4 Miles: Talk about a play on words today-we quite literally were fighting to see with clarity today as the power randomly went out within our school from about 11:20-12:45. Naturally, without a wink, my students quietly went to their desks, brought their desk lamps I had given them for the holiday season and we simply carried our lights wherever we went within the classroom. Our stereotype creative writing lesson continued without a hitch, and I smiled as I realized you simply cannot blow out the flame of love and learning regardless of visible clarity.
As I ran today, I just continued thinking of this image of darkness which in my mind transformed into the silhouette of a dark tree with...
