Guy on a bike, in passing, says to me,
“Good investment.”
I assume he meant running,
but who knows.
A few more feet down the path,
he fist pumps.
12 miles, 12:50 pace.
Tomorrow, I start training to be a mail carrier for the United States Postal Service. I’m still doubtful as to whether I actually have a job, mostly because this job search has been so unpredictable. I continue to assume the worst, but I’m feeling slightly optimistic since no one has said I don’t have the job.
If the time
seems to have come
to begin again,
then by all means,
begin again.
24 miles, 12:50 pace.
We lost someone very dear to us. We are and will always be, in recovery. Love.
10 miles, 10:45 pace.
Keep moving.
6 miles, 8:30 pace
I still can’t find words. Only love.
12 miles, 10:30 pace.
Stillness and love.
10 miles, 11:40 pace.
Friends… family… love.
16 miles @ 10:00 minute pace.
Stillness…remembrance…love…presence
Running with a little extra tailwind today.
10 miles @ 10:30 pace.
Flight was Griff’s instinctual decision when he encountered a lifeless, stone dog. Such a brave little boy. They were separated by a fence, nonetheless.
Today was 6 miles at about 8:40 pace and it felt mechanical in the best way possible. Almost automatic in the execution if not the effort. Continue reading “6/27/18”
I know that I am constantly griping about the heat here in West Central Florida, but damn it’s so hot here. I’m struggling to get through runs not because of cramps or tired legs, but because of the feeling that I am overheated. I worry that I am getting dehydrated every time I run. I do all the things I’m supposed to do with water and electrolytes but it still seems not enough. I get cravings for cold things like ice. I’ve never thought of ice in such a lustful way as I have these last few runs. Continue reading “6/26/18”
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