Somewhere along the path, running became the canvas upon which I documented my life. - Dagny Scott, Runners World
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
3 Tready
Monday, August 29, 2011
2 for the road
Rebellion and cold both lessening
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Still not a hundred percent
Saturday, August 27, 2011
This cold is slaying me y'all
Friday, August 26, 2011
7 days of torture, 7 days of bitter
Hit the gym today at lunch and got in 2 on the tready. It mostly sucked.
I did get a cold
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Nastay
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Booooooooo
I'm pretty sure I am getting a cold
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Finally
Elliptical
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Finally managed to get outside
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Treadmill Blues
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
an angry heat
Is anyone tired of me complaining about the heat? Hell, I’m sick of me. But that’s all there is right now, just hot hot effing heat. I went running at J’s football practice again last night, got 3 miles in. Walked most of the last one. It was just so goddamned oppressively hot, and the air was so still that a soggy cloud of heat surrounded my head the whole time, I couldn’t outrun it. Its an angry hot. Probaby 103 after sundown. I stumbled onto the field and went to J’s cooler to chug down his water and use his iced towel. He’s young and healthy and can handle this shit.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
4 Tready
Friday, August 12, 2011
3 tready
Thursday, August 11, 2011
This is the story of how we begin to remember
Tonight's run felt an awful lot like that. It was HOT, although not as hot as prior nights. There was the most faint of breezes blowing, keeping the soggy cloud of heat behind my head as I ran. It was sunset when I took off, and after dark when I finished, under Arizona skies. But the rhythmic pounding of my feet, the smoothness of my breath, the pounding of my heart, is always a comfort. Its a place I know well. One where other cares fall away, are drowned out by the rise and fall of my breath, the pulse of music in my ears. Its a place where I am in control, where I alone determine my fate, whether I'm gentle with myself or demanding and hard. Pushing my body always brings a certain joy, along with pain. Because it proves that I am strong, vibrant. Alive.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
A nasty sweaty hot 2 mi
2 Tready
Anyways, it got done.
Monday, August 8, 2011
Everybody gets high, everybody gets low
Sunday, August 7, 2011
As if you have a choice
Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear
- Snow Patrol