The long distance runner in me has come to know how best to let the “run” come to him on the day; and whatever the results, pretty, ugly, awful or so-so that there are some days when “it” all comes together, as if in a dream.
Tarmac Meditations #197: I Won’t Back Down
“Tom Petty, who died Monday, was tuned in to the blank spaces between our catastrophes and triumphs, when we are desperately trying to sort out what comes next. When we take to running.” ~ The New Yorker, October3, 2017.
It has been that kind of week and, it is only Tuesday.
Tarmac Meditations #196: Sometimes It Rains
“If you write it has it happened twice:…” this life of mine might be more complicated than I thought.
Tarmac Meditations #195: In The Early Morning Rain
I was standing by the window that early morning, just like I did every morning in those years. The sky was often dark and cloudy, the window streaked with last night’s rain. In the evanescent glow from the street lamps I watched the same impossible nightly show…
Tarmac Meditations #194: For Reals, Bro’
These pasts remind me
that there are markers to follow,
Pathways in the foothills, the blowing grass, past misted lakes,
I am born Wolf.
I am so very tired.
Tarmac Meditations #193: Some Nights
Night slides into day on the ridge line,
Dirt and distance, dust and sweat
The spiders and the snakes, the dope driven demons of my nights are gone for awhile.
It will be all right. I will be all right. I am all right.
Tarmac Meditations #192: Turn The Page
It is a new chapter
a new day breaking
it is always always darkest before the dawn
what’s yours will come to you
and, “It’s all over now
Baby Blue”-Bob Dylan said that.
Tarmac Meditations #191: Early Mornings On The Way Back
If I don’t show up for the grunt work, work my way through the night snakes and demons, there is no dance to dance under the Ali’s lights. So it is on me to get well and get back at it.
Tarmac Meditations #190: It’s In The Eyes
It’s in the eyes. What it is varies from runner to runner but make no mistake: it’s there, and every ultra runner has it. Distance. Stillness. Fear. Acceptance. Exhaustion. Joy. Time.
Tarmac Meditations #189: Like A Little Kid
“They don’t know,/ they can only guess” is how most mornings feel these rainy spring days. I’ve been sleeping badly for weeks, beset, it seems, by a rolling dream journey.
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