{"id":4242,"date":"2016-09-10T11:48:11","date_gmt":"2016-09-10T17:48:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/?p=4242"},"modified":"2016-09-10T11:50:25","modified_gmt":"2016-09-10T17:50:25","slug":"cold-sweet-grapes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/2016\/09\/10\/cold-sweet-grapes\/","title":{"rendered":"Cold, Sweet Grapes"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I started out slowly, quickly dropping toward the back of the back. When we got to the water stop a mere mile into the run, there were other people behind, but I kept going and many of them turned around at that point, so I was quickly at the end of our line of runners, I mean the <em>very last person<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>That&rsquo;s ok. It&rsquo;s meditation for me. Good exercise too, of course, but most of the time I&rsquo;m entirely inside myself, so it&rsquo;s not about the people ahead or the people behind. I&rsquo;m fine finishing a workout dead-last. Which I did. Well, not quite. People continued to string in for a very long time, but these were runners returning from 20 and 22 mile runs, so&#8230; you know. Once upon a time, that was me. Not any more.<\/p>\n<p>I sat for a moment in the shade under the Hackberry trees, stretching my back muscles and letting the mercifully cool breeze blow across my sweaty face. I took off my shoes and joined the others walking in a circle doing our foot strength drills (toes pointing in, toes pointing out, feet rolled in, feet rolled out, walk on your heels, walk on your toes).<\/p>\n<p>&ldquo;There&rsquo;s some grapes,&rdquo; someone said as I was just about done.<\/p>\n<p>I walked around to the front, to that shady spot, and there was indeed a plate of grapes &mdash; frozen red grapes that were so cold the humidity was condensing on them as ice.<\/p>\n<p>I took three and put them into my mouth one at a time, biting and chewing on each, relishing the coolness and the sweetness.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>I have never experienced anything so wonderful in my entire life.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I started out slowly, quickly dropping toward the back of the back. When we got to the water stop a mere mile into the run, there were other people behind, but I kept going and many of them turned around at that point, so I was quickly at the end of our line of runners, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4242"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4242"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4242\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4244,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4242\/revisions\/4244"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4242"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4242"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4242"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}