Tag Archives: running

american jesus

Posted on November 19, 2019 by

He’s on the course again today.  Floppy hat, little dog, and the song. Always the song. I have no idea what it is. Seems like some sort of Buddhist chant. He sings it at the top of his lungs as … Continue reading →

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mary and me

Posted on November 7, 2019 by

running twice a day isn’t that hard when you only run 2 and 1 miles. i am a genius. i know what you’re saying. gee, mr. pants. 3 miles a day. 13 minute pace. ZERO followers. you are quite the … Continue reading →

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rainbows

Posted on November 1, 2019 by

“it’s okay to be white,” says the sign taped to the fence outside the track. i’m not sure why it bothers me so much. but i think the answer lies on the track. it’s a beautiful day, sunny and 70 … Continue reading →

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i have no idea where my beanie is

Posted on August 14, 2019 by

By the time we found the muskrat it was smelling pretty strong we were running in a thong that caused abrasion. — the prophet joni mitchell There has been much hoopla in the Mainstream Media recently about some concert that … Continue reading →

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Review: New Balance Beacon vs. Hoka Carbon X

Posted on August 13, 2019 by

I have been rotating these shoes, pausing only to allow them to be serenaded by a plaster frog. So which one is better? New Balance Beacon: An incredible shoe. It’s light, breathable, extremely comfortable. There’s plenty of room in the … Continue reading →

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fresh foam indeed

Posted on May 23, 2019 by

winner of the carbon X vs. beacon vs. black butte porter comparison test: black butte porter. not even close. comparison tests likely should not be done late at night.

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we’re all in the mood for a melody

Posted on April 5, 2019 by

the piano, it sounds like a carnival And the microphone smells like a beer — the prophet william joel i’m running half-mile loops around the arts center while mo communes with her clay. it’s one of those days — warm, … Continue reading →

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