“There is no substitute for learning to live in our bodies. All the tests and all the machines in the world will fail if we do not first become good animals.” ~ George Sheehan
Tarmac Meditations #87: A Week In A Life
I have been given a great gift in this, my second chance, and I intend to honor it with my presence and hard work, with a little bit of prayer and a whole mess of good luck, the forces willin’ and the crick don’t rise.
Tarmac Meditations #86: Sittin’ at the Edge of The World
I was sitting on the edge of the trail- about 8 miles from the finish, a half mile up from Siskiyou Gap- waitin’, restin’, feelin’ the sun on my back, letting the “big” take care of itself.
Tarmac Meditations #85: Early Morning False Alarm
In the distance, while lacing up before 5:00 … “Come out with your hands up, you are surrounded!”
Tarmac Meditations #84: Almost Independence Day 2012
Sometimes I rewrite the past, make it up, turn things around, maybe what happened to me really happened to somebody else or the other way around. I used to think of it as lying, then later as imagination leading to writing. These days I sometimes think I do it to make things easier, at least […]
Tarmac Meditations #83: Driftin’
The court stenographer reminds me of Sandy-what’s-her-name, quiet and proud, interior, aloof. I always wanted Sandy-what’s-her-name. She stood tall and straight. An athlete, a dancer.
Tarmac Meditations #82: It Ain’t Heaven… It’s Illinois
I was riding in an ATV on my way to Memorial Stadium in Champaign-Urbana to get to the finish line of a 10K race event. In order to get there before the first finishers we scooted down a back road. I shot this from the back of the ATV, high shutter speed and ISO and […]
Tarmac Meditations #81: Writing Not Running – A Love Story
I woke up this cold summer morning in the arms of a nightmare. The taste of last night’s crack cocaine still rancid in my mouth, the smoke drifting across the dust in the morning light, I was right there, right back where I used to be every morning in those endless years. These days I […]
Tarmac Meditations #80: Roll On – Part Two
I had lunch with an old friend yesterday. We talked how we do about this and that, people and miles, races and writing, images and books to come, you know the stuff we do.
Tarmac Meditations #79: Roll On – Part One
Now sometimes tomorrow comes soaked in treasure and blood. Here we stood the drought, now we’ll stand the flood. There’s a new world coming, I can see the light. I’m a Jack of all trades, we’ll be alright. – Jack of All Trades – Bruce Springsteen 2012
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