Waiting for the coffee to kick in before my Friday long run.
.. some random thoughts....
I'm inspired by fbaezer to tell you a bit about some of the people on the tracks and traces with me.
The first is a walker whom I call Popeye because of the way he swings his arms, not forward and back as most do when they are running or walking but,
very vigorously, side to side in front of him.
Think of someone doing a hornpipe dance, but someone very near madness.
And this guy is huge. He's over 6'5" if he's an inch and, perhaps it's an illusion from the arm movement, it looks like he's twice as big from the waist up as he is from the waist down. He has no legs at all it seems. ( Oh, and by the way, one morning he was in front of me and I had to do better than a nine minute mile to catch up and pass him. He's walking, I ha ha ha am running.)
Quote:("Well it might be easy for YOU, little missy, but WE'RE working here...!")
Sozlet has it right because she hasn't been trained out of it.
Going to bore you with some zen here..
..sorry....
but even in the hardest moments...
.going up the hill in the rain..
..that last hundred feet...
...or the first hundred feet..
uh...
..be that easy child...
.the one you were..
..are..
. the skipping one, remember?
Oh, my yes, work
and strain
and push yourself
faster, longer, stronger.
but
in the back
of your brain
way back in there
be easy
be joy
be joy
be joy
be joy.
Joe(going to try to remember that myself this morning.)Nation