Monday, July 27, 2009


going out to buy running shoes. chasing the nursing home bus through the parking lot at work reminded me of how good i felt during the 15-or-so yrs when i was a regular runner -- roughly encompassing the time between my enlistment and when my first reserve unit lost its mission and i had to transfer to carswell, where i spent two yrs of weekends and summer camps inventorying computer equipment and picking up cigarette butts before i bailed. i'm not one of those fools who delude themselves that they're going to live forever because they run. it's just that having all that oxygenated blood coursing through my arteries felt better than any drug i ever did. see you on the track.


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