I just want my brain to turn off.
After a week of cramming for my final exam, I await the test results. With the Memorial Day weekend upon us, it will be a long wait. I’m just tired. So I do what runners do. I run.
I got in 2 miles today. A 10 minute pace, way too fast for my current fitness level. But the suffering was welcome. A purifying, glorious effort that is actually within my control. It’s so nice to have something that’s my decision. Yes, I’ll run. It’s all up to me. Sure, it will hurt. My choice.
I love to run. The progression of four breaths to three to two. The steady rhythm of the miles going by. The feeling of control. Suffering with a smile.
I crash and burn after 2 miles, but celebrate amid the flames. For 20 minutes, there was only running. I found the off switch.
Maybe I’m back.
Or maybe not …
Sounds like a good run – the best kind.
Waiting is awful.
If the comments on “that other place” are any indication, perhaps you are back?
Or are you paying exorbitant sums to a ghost writer? If so, why was I not allowed to apply?
Don’t answer that last question.
Gdionelli bought the rights to Garbanzo on the Loop. She was looking to slum occasionally.
Hmmm… I can’t seem to remember that transaction. Remind me what I paid?
You’ll have to take that up with my CPA. (But careful — that’s him three posts up, and he appears to be in a foul mood.)