September 1, 2010
Ran out of excuses this morning. Ran several miles. Felt stronger in the broken places (Hemingway suggested it might work that way). Ate some carbs and seeds. Drank tap water. Worked through an obstacle. Posting on FB is not writing. Exactly.
I am looking for song lyrics that include “brown recluse spider”…no, I’m not kidding. Why? Going to Marathon Camp. Endurance beasts? Possibly. How about “beaver”, as in work like one. Cheetah, as in run like one, mountain goat, Labrador retriever (has to be a Canadian tune with that) and dolphins…Please don’t ask why, time to do or die…sayeth the Raven.
September 2, 2010
Ran with B this morning. He is recovering from use injuries that have plagued him for over a year. Me? I’m recovering from the ravages of aging (ego mostly). We walked to warm up, did maybe eight sets of ‘run the straights’, ‘walk the curves’. The high school was closed; the dreams dreamt so long ago were still alive in the morning mist. Walked back, drank coffee, talked, went to a meeting…Words, I’m comin’ to get ya. Now.
September 3, 2010
Run first. Write later. Write first. Run later. Post on FB. Do nothing. Do nothing. Post on FB. You see where this is going. Me, I’m out the door. Running. Writing in my head. Looking both ways when I cross the streets of my hometown. I know my name and address, telephone number too. Writing is where you find it. Feets, don’t fail me now…..Ran. Now what? Oh, right! Write!
Photo Credit
“Run like hell!!” Ken douglas @ flickr.com. Creative Commons. Some Rights Reserved.
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Recovering from the ravages of aging – Oh yeah, I know about that one! Wish I could run as far and fast as I did 10 years ago. Big ego check to know that I just can’t! Great article Michael!
As someone once wrote in The Tower of Song, “I ache in the places I used to play.” Run. Write. Play. Ache a little.
Nice capture Michael.