Still running dreaming of the medal. Not really. I go over the route in my mind before sleep. By 8km, that steep little hill up to 45th cutting I’m asleep. But its ok, that first agitation is gone and my mind’s made peace with the effort to come. As I ran...
Oh I ran this morning in the foghorn mourn, touched the ground in the lightest way 94 kg can, legs running so very smoothly; shirt off to feel drizzle in the darkness; Fingernails glitter in the sparkle-night, toes call out, “us too, cut holes in the shoe”...
Warm morning, easy running, no problem to go out, to run harder to feel that what I do is training. My friend Linda suggests discipline gets me up-I wish I had an iron will. Something else drives me: maybe I need to be strong for my family and my autumn years; maybe...
Wake to downpour, drink slow coffee, step into drizzle. Run cold, hands in pockets. Trees-drip, gutters gurgle. Rain goes. Shift gear, arms up, what’s this? Just a jump from tractor power to free-plopping. Smile rise, grin bake, car swoosh, lights go green. Gear down,...
Yep I was born for the early morn. Stars press down, closest of all you the Alpha of Centaurus. Long ago on a midnight mountain run, you looked double to me. Been drinking too much, I thought. Later I read you *are* two stars waltzing, and because of Proxima Centauri,...
