August 1, 2010

Fog in the valley. It’s the first of August, there is a winter chill behind the rain blowing gentle across the deck. Fall is not far off now, the years add up. I am missing absent friends.

August 2, 2010

Another foggy, cold rainy morning. San Francisco summer here in Eugene. Feels like home. The end of things as they have been. What’s next? A long run for me, several miles down and around, a stop at the gym and up the mile hill to home. Stronger. Sadder. More alive. If it don’t kill ya it makes you stronger, but damn, this shit can wear a guy out.

August 5, 2010

It’s hot and getting hotter…soon summer will become a state of emergency; folks will tell you the usual rules don’t apply. Don’t believe it …it won’t end well. This I know to be true. So do William Hurt and that no-good Kathleen Turner.

August 6, 2010

When Tony Soprano says it’s not personal it is likely true…mostly on account of the flotilla of personal disconnects in the man’s (character’s) emotional structure. When a friend says it’s not personal, it is important to note that one’s anger and all the rest is verifiable, distressing and is, well, personal. But then again, Tony would say, “Whaddaya gonna do?” with a shrug. Indeed.

August 7, 2010

They say it’s my birthday…comes around whether I’m happy or not. Thought too much last night about how things change. Ran my best run in a year this morning. Feeling. Everything. Eyes clear — check — heart heavy — check — muscles remembering what they do best — check — lungs working — check — pain free —check —running into the sunrise, flattening the long hill home — check. 6.4 miles. Keep on keepin’ on, he said. Check.

Photo Credit

“Columbine in Storm 2” petermankato @ flickr.com. Creative Commons. Some Rights Reserved.

July 24, 2010

Another day another run…

longer today, a little stronger.

Felt like the old days when everything was up in the air,

when “the truth was found to be lies”

and all a guy could do was put down the phone, lace up and head out.

Footfall and breath, gateway to silence

in the ghost-like slide time between then and now.

July 28, 2010

Ran yesterday. Worked out. Same today. Consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds said someone who wasn’t a runner and/or someone with too many summer clothes that no longer fit (perfectly). Just sayin’…

July 31, 2010

Worked out on Monday. Ran. Worked out on Tuesday. Ran. After noon. Worked out this morning. Ran. Finished before 6am. Got on a scale for the first time in two years. ‘Nuff said. Be here now. Ram Dass said that.

Photo Credit

“Time Passes By So Fast There” LeonidasGR @ Flickr.com. Creative Commons. Some Rights Reserved.