@ossobuco,
The (we need to name each one of the landscapes, I think) the one with the fewer animals, the one I picked for my desktop, leads my eye outward and, using the bigger trees on the right like a pinball bumper, guides me down through the distant trees to the walled fields beyond. I want a nap and a picnic, but not in that order.
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I'm back from the 18 mile run. It's just starting to drizzle so instead of going up to the park for lunch I am going to take a nap here for a couple of hours.
I thought about three things during the race. Having a steak with eggs for breakfast when I got home, having a nap after in the park and sex, er, sox. I did think about sex during the run afterall it did last more than seven minutes and it is a well known fact that men think about sex about every seven minutes.*
They think about it even more when they are wearing nothing but underwear and a hat while surrounded by thousands of females wearing nothing but running bras and little teeny skin-tight pantie-like short shorts. (Someone should tell the ladies wearing the white ones that the shorts go from semi-translucent to nearly transparent as one perspires in them. Ya.)
But I was saying that I had been thinking about
sox and that was especially true today. I think I have to buy some new ones because the ones I wore today began to feel like sandpaper at about seven miles and developed into a full "Bed of Nails" by eleven miles. Then..... they were fine, I think my feet just shut off the nerves on my soles.
I was determined not to be in any hurry today which was good because my right knee decided it didn't want to do anymore moving at about 16 miles.
"For CRYeye," I said, "Two fricking miles to go and you start complaining???!!
"Jes" said my knee who thinks he is a Hispanic guitarist, "and yo go no mas."
I actually stopped at seventeen and half miles (!!) to throttle the little creep. I never stop, never (except to, you know, off load.), then I remembered that the same thing had happened in the marathon last year at about 24 miles. Sooooo.... I massaged his little Spanish right side and the back of my calf.... and then ran to the finish. (about three hours and 30 minutes..no landspeed record for sure.) Thing is, after the race, no ache or pains anywhere. Hmm.
Oh, one other thing. Oh, nevermind, it's too gross.
Okay. Love to all. Nap time for me.
Joe(zzzzzzz)Nation