Monthly Archives: February 2018
may he turn 21 on the base at Fort Bliss
you can’t jump the track, we’re like cars on a cable And life’s like an hourglass, glued to the table No one can find the rewind button. So cradle your head in your hands And breathe… just breathe, Oh breathe, … Continue reading
life is funny, part 378
We file into the little room and wait. There’s a big platter of the Good Cookies, so we figure this is a bad sign. Obviously a ploy to soften the blow from what we fear this meeting to be: that … Continue reading
i see lights in a fat city
Here we go again another round of blues — the prophet colvin I know only three absolute truths: It’s always darkest before the dawn. OK, I don’t know this to be true at all. I work nights, and it’s always … Continue reading
the troubles
I hope they have health food in Dublin And strawberry apricot pie If they don’t have those things in Dublin We’ll probably die — the Roches I was just reading a story in the Fake New York Times about cross-country … Continue reading
the day i realized i will not live to be 100
I have long suspected I will not live to be 100. As a former ultra guy, there is a certain appeal to that number, the holy grail of long runs. My workaround: I’m trying to make it to the metric … Continue reading
But the track doesn’t have a hole in the rock
It’s funny. I pay a bazillion dollars to run in a race under the premise that I’ll be pushed to go faster. You can see by the swarm of people around me at the finish line how competitive this thing … Continue reading
the sky is gray, the sand is gray, and the ocean is gray
It started out innocently enough. My left knee was bumming a little bit. Nothing serious, just that nagging can’t move it without intense icepick thing. The easy solution: New shoes. For runners, new shoes are the equivalent of rebooting the … Continue reading
