It's held on the U. of MN golf course, where the high school state championships used to be held and where I finished 57th my senior year (after briefly being in 14th place - that at least hasn't changed!) It's also the U of M's home course and I ran there my senior year at the "U," so I didn't overlap with Rocky Racette for whom the race is named, though we did go there at the same time. I knew her a little, as someone I'd see running with the team while I was out on my own run and as a friend of a woman I'd later date (who I just looked up online - she's a professor, never married). When Rocky died in an accident, I was a little preoccupied... my girlfriend had died a few weeks earlier.
I've written about Stacy a number of times on this blog. How we met (she was naked at the time). How she died (complications of an eating disorder) and how messy things were after. I haven't said much about her personally - quoting "Love Story," what can you say about a girl who died young? She was the only person who ever made me blush; when I finally worked up the nerve to tell her I loved her when we were in public, she loudly said, "You'd better, after what you made me do last night!" [You should've heard the people around us laughing!] She taught me to appreciate abstract art, which she was studying at St. Kate's. She convinced me to try a lot of "weird" foods I now love. She fueled my love of the punk music I'd missed a couple years earlier... Richard Hell, X-Ray Spex, The Damned.
The Big Reveal
I've been saying for some time that I'm dealing with some mental health issues and I'm finally ready to say what they are.
I'm not sure how much of what I just wrote above is true. When I can't remember something, my mind just creates stuff and I accept it as actual memory. Then, when facts contradict "memory," I get confused. It's not new; for example, a couple of years ago I ran with some other bloggers and wrote about it (here) and one asked me about a story I'd told. "Did that really happen?" Rasmus asked. I wasn't sure; it seemed unlikely, there were things that didn't seem to fit, but I did remember it as I'd said it. I wasn't lying, I wasn't embellishing, but the story couldn't be true as I recalled it.
So, that's out of the bag.
|Sara? I think trick-or-treating just got very real.|