Another long night. Did not want to run this this morning. Did the usual time waste-email, facebook, coffee, revenge fantasies and global domination. Checked out Jon Stewart in Washington. Went to a meeting. Shared a little about not seeing what is in front of you, about how hard it is to decide that the devil you know has had its time and like that-addiction writ large. Came home and laced up. Needed the miles. Saw the trees, the changing colors, the Japanese maples, the patch of blue in the rolling clouds, the ridgeline in the fog; heard the kids pour out onto the track for recess(?) laughing and racin’ around. Ran slow though I have to say that i kicked some old dude’s butt( truth? he was 111 and using a walker but a win is where you find it I was thinking until I looked back and saw his face…he was pissed and I thought I knew why…the years were on him and some jack ass was passing him by…he could have kicked ass not that long ago or maybe it was longer ago but no matter…maybe he was just in pain with the age of it…so I smiled a reassuring smile…and by his reaction I realized I had forgotten my front “flipper” temporary front teeth…no win here so I went on). Finished up with some good strides and another uphill climb. After daylight-something to be said for it.

Ran again today. A little longer. Stronger at the start and finish. made the turn at 13th and headed up past the Coliseum with its gun show and ski swap…(a biathlon kind of Sunday I guess). I had a small digestive issue, familiar to all long distance runners, which required a quick stop in the trees. I started up slowly, just to be sure of things. I notice that the clouds had separated  and that Orion was bright in the night sky. My friend M often points Orion out when we run the track and it is usually followed by  a wide arcing movement to the Dipper.  As did I  this morning. The last quarter moon was shadowed  with a misty ring of subtle color. I crossed the bridge behind the power station, heavy towers ghost like riders in the mist. There was heavy ground fog rising from the open fields behind the Fairgrounds, haloed lamp post lights in the distance, a  bright moon over head and dark grey clouds above the ridgeline to the south. The mist rising and clouds lowering left  a sightline to the top of the hills, bathed in moonlight, rising sentinel over the valley. I nodded to no one in particular and turned for home. Finished with a little old time miler’s stride and did the requisite push ups and crunches. Time to take some pictures, put unsettled feelings away and get on with my Sunday.