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Tarmac Meditations-So it Begins-Again

November 17, 2010 By longrun Leave a Comment

Gray Day runningSlept lousy if at all. Made crummy coffee at 3:30 AM. Burnt the toast. Went down to office to work. Stubbed a toe in the dark. Turned on the light. Stubbed the other big toe. Sat down to work bumped my knee. Computer was resting, did not want to wake up. Cursing and general bad attitude forced the computer to respond. That and turning it on.  Finished the weekend shoot. Emailed the customer base.  Decided not  to run the Boston Marathon as a charity runner. Must qualify (old dude values to be sure). Lifted, lunged, made manly grunting noises. Went out for a quick 2-3 miles. Spent an hour on the roads. Made random turns. Listened to Van Morrison and Eric Clapton. Instead  of point to point or an established route I re-discover the aimless run in the early morning, drifting, checking things out, letting the day come to me. Part of the plan will be days like this when there is a plan  to run but no plan as to where or how much. Answer the why of it and the rest will take care of itself. Coffee leftovers, more burnt toast, some web building, and now it’s 9:37. Back still hurts, thinking of taking a nap. The day is either well started or in the bag. What’s next? Oh yeah, right! Write now. Nap later. Plan or no plan, time happens( John Lennon among many others).

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Tarmac Meditations-Another Day

October 20, 2010 By longrun Leave a Comment

Pre's Trail with mistRan on the track behind South Eugene High this morning at 5:30. My “guys”, the running buddies, a later edition of the Road2Ruin Runners Club, wanted to go steady state for a mile or more…injuries and fitness are determining a slow, slow buildup in volume of  mileage and tempo. So I agreed with the whole thing except the mile part. You see, they are 20+ years younger, 40+ lbs lighter, way better looking, more fit, happier, more stable, married, on the straight and narrow. Of course I am all of those things too, except some of them, like younger, fitter, some days happier and like that. I ran 2×800 and a 1/4 at “speed” plus a couple of straights. No hamstring issues, no back spasms, no medals. A perfect workout on a mist rising into the full moon sky kind of morning. Like the mornings from way back when football practice or track practice was coming and the cheerleaders were gathered in on the steps, doing their stuff. Never went out with a cheerleader. Once,years later, went out with a pro figure skater who had been a cheerleader in high school for her older brother’s baseball team. He went on to pitch for the Cleveland Indians. As I remember it now, our relationship, if that’s what it was, lasted as long as his pitching stint in the “bigs”. You might say long enough to have a cup of coffee and a shower. You might not.

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Frozen Morning Meditation

December 9, 2009 By longrun 1 Comment

Tried to watch TV last night. Fell asleep on the couch, in front of the fire. Woke up in the middle of the eleven o’clock news. The fire was nearly embers. Shut off of the TV. Went to bed. This morning the TV was off and there were embers enough to begin again. Going running now. Coming back to a fire in the fireplace, coffee and the sacred quiet of a winter’s morning.

“The woods are lovely, dark and deep./But I have promises to keep,/And miles to go before I sleep,/…” Robert Frost said that. The poet’s woods, a church of my own choosing, the crunch of frozen trail beneath my summer shoes, a cathedral sky; a world of men and obligation is over there, just out of sight.

When I get home the fire is low, in need of wood. The coffee is cold.

The words are waiting.

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