A runner tries to find the energy and motivation for an early morning run.
A runner who who craves a lazy Sunday morning finds the world if full of reasons to get out of bed. And some of them of good ones.
I am looking for rocks of cocaine. I’m broke and getting broker, and all I want to do is get high. There is Jack telling me some fairy tale and watching me do this, just like two regular guys on a Saturday afternoon, just folks, sittin’ on the stoop, looking out at the neighborhood, talking football or jazz.
A runner shares the stream of consciousness of his early morning thoughts.
A runner reflects that it doesn’t matter how fast you are or how many times you fall, you just have to keep on coming back. That’s what makes the difference.
I met a couple of Vietnam vets who were there for the run — to “represent,” one of them told me with a grin. We talked about the weather, how the hedgerows were electric green in the downpour. I heard subtext in the rain talk, sensed it was a memory of jungle and youth. The far-off looks told me that memory is where you find it.
We were sitting in the Drenched Beagle in Vancouver when a guy from the bar asked me, “Where are we?” “Here.” I said. Later he asked, “What time is it?” “Now,” I said.
I was going to meet a poet for drinks at 5:00 so I ran some errands on the other side of town. I was early, she was late. I wrote this while I was waiting. Later we drank cheap red and made out, leaning on the hood of a ’55 Chevy .
May 14, 2010 Ran for 80 mins. First time since June. Stopped twice. Once for nature, once for no reason. Ran up hills. Listened to the Lovin’ Spoonful, Marvin Gaye, Van Morrison, Roots. Didn’t think about a goddam thing ‘cept running before daylight. Came to me that I was runnin’, no need for thinkin’. Did […]
“‘Walk me out in the morning dew my honey…,’ sang the Grateful Dead oh so long ago. It was one of my favorite songs.” Michael Lebowitz remembers the song ‘Morning Dew’ as he heads out on his morning run, barefoot.