Tag Archives: track

it’s a snap

Snap, thump, run. One guy, one ball, one trash can. He snaps, hits the can, runs to get the ball, runs back. He does this over and over and over and over and over and over and over. It’s just … Continue reading

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the secret to life

1. left foot 2. right foot 3. breathe 4. repeat as necessary.

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football season

“I know it’s a longshot, but I’m wondering if there might be a camping spot at Bright Angel at the end of June,” I ask the nice park ranger. She looks at me. I look at her. She smiles. “Not … Continue reading

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nature calls

“Talk of mysteries! — Think of our life in nature, — daily to be shown matter, to come in contact with it, — rocks, trees, wind on our cheeks! The solid earth! the actual world! the common sense! Contact! Contact! Who are we? Where are we?” — Henry … Continue reading

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let it, bees

It’s a one-time thing It just happens A lot — the prophet Vega It’s windy and sprinkling and dark and not a great night to run at the track. But I have a one-day streak at stake, dammit. And anyhow, … Continue reading

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Lilypads are overrated

Here’s the thing. You never know. Mo and I are out on an emergency frame-buying mission. Don’t ask. On the way back, we stop by the track. Because, well, you never know. I might have mentioned that. And it’s open. … Continue reading

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way back when

Well, I guess that this is now the end Who’d have thought, my old friend — the prophet aimee mann “It’s locked.” As we’re heading toward the track, three guys are coming out. They’re all shirtless with the bodies of … Continue reading

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