A runner’s stream of consciousness depicts his early morning obsessions and reflections.
Slept lousy, if at all. Made crummy coffee at 3:30 a.m. Burnt the toast. Went down to office to work. Stubbed a toe in the dark. Turned on the light. Stubbed the other big toe. Sat down to work bumped my knee. Computer was resting, did not want to wake up. Cursing and general bad attitude forced the computer to respond. That and turning it on. Finished the weekend shoot. Emailed the customer base. Decided not to run the Boston Marathon as a charity runner. Must qualify (old dude values, to be sure). Lifted, lunged, made manly grunting noises. Went out for a quick two- to three-mile run. Spent an hour on the roads. Made random turns. Listened to Van Morrison and Eric Clapton. Instead of point-to-point or an established route, I rediscovered the aimless run in the early morning, drifting, checking things out, letting the day come to me. Part of the plan will be days like this, when there is a plan to run but no plan as to where or how much. Answer the why of it and the rest will take care of itself. Coffee leftovers, more burnt toast, some web building, and now it’s 9:37. Back still hurts, thinking of taking a nap. The day is either well started or in the bag. What’s next? Oh yeah, right! Write now. Nap later. Plan or no plan, time happens, according to John Lennon and many others).
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“Eugene, Oregon” Michael Lebowitz
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And, oddly enough, or not, today is just like this day was when I wrote about it, except for the migraine and the slightly pulled hammy from tripping over the “stored’ door jamb chin up bar.