I run to dead people

Alone again, no plans, no friends
You come around at half past ten
You say "How are you holding up my friend?
Are you sitting around getting drunk again?"

And I hear the desperation of those lines
Wasted hours, all this wasted time
Oh yeah, I've been just fine!
- ATE, Papillon

It's been a decent week of running despite the 115 degree temperatures. It's been difficult at the gym. On Weds I had to text blista sista for inspiration just get out of the car in the gym parking lot. And I made it through 2.5 miles only because Forensic Files was in the tv and it was one I hadn't seen. So there's 30 minutes. And on Thurs I couldn't convince myself to go at all because I showered and did my hair in the morning and I just couldn't waste that effort. But miraculously I did go on Friday after my mammogram. So 5 days this week, 14.5 trudging miles. And two nights alone on the couch. So.

Why you gotta be so rude?
Don't you know I'm human too?
- magic!  Rude

There are very few pleasures associated with running in the summertime in Phoenix, but one of them is getting home from the gym at night and slipping into the pool, where the water temperature is near the same as my skin. I float on the water just like I'm relaxing on the couch, watching the moon and monsoon lightening. I got 3 miles on dreadmill and it was a damn good 3, best dreadmill run I've had since Florida though my lungs still feel filled with fluid. I had planned to soak in the hot tub after but my dang fancy gym closes at 8 on Saturday cause Lord knows fancy people have things to do on Saturday nights. Alas, the gym is my Saturday night plan. So 11.5 miles for the week.

Light

I'll be your light, your match, your burning sun
I'll be the bright, in black, that's makin you run
- one republic
Til the love runs out. Apparently the love has not yet run out. I went tues and weds and thurs despite my awful lung and eye affliction. So if I go tomorrow it will be my salvation.  So.

Flags

I could leave you here with your people
If I'm the flag you'd not prefer to wave
- Jimmy Eat World

This is a band I wish would put out some new music. This is an oldie but a goodie, and anyone who doesn't want to wave your flag just doesn't deserve to be with you. So because building a small rock wall doesn't count, I also went for 3 miles today and admittedly walked a bit of it due to altitude and my still aching lungs. So that's four exercise days this week despite being ill. Not good bit certainly not bad. Listening to the rain patter softly outside my window is wonderful.

I don't remember

I don't remember you lookin any better
Then again, I don't remember you
- John Mayer

I did make it around the lake today for a gasping wheezing 3 miles, which was interrupted by efforts to get fat dog some water resulting in a black tar mud bath and no water. So she is shiny and clean this evening after a deep scrubbing of both of us. Had some fun with mom and sisters and met some new neighbors tonight. Am mostly recovered from this dogged summer chest cold that has been haunting me. I walked 3 miles yesterday and it was purposeful exercise so I will count it as an exercise day but not as miles. Good times in store tomorrow celebrating Independence Day.