Sunday, March 22, 2009
Run of Bad Luck
As I write this I am supposed to be finishing a 15K that I didn't get to start. I didn't get to start it because A) I left the apartment a little late but mostly B) the A train didn't show up for fifteen minutes and then was a local (meaning it stops at every station) and C) when we got to 125th Street, we didn't move for another twenty minutes meaning that by the time it got to 72nd Street, which is where I was going to get off to run to the race start, the race had already been started for about twenty minutes. So
I went into the park/
I took these two pictures.
and I got back on the train (which by the way SAILED it's way North without incident.
Look !!! It's Spring.
I'm going to go run this afternoon. Right now I need breakfast and a nap.
Friday, March 20, 2009
There is something exciting, magical, wondrous about a sudden Spring snow, especially since I have been counting the minutes until the new season arrives.
My plan for today was to go to the park about noon and run the Big Loop (six miles) and pick up my number for Sunday's race. I haven't changed the plan, but I am going to have to get my tights back down from the top shelf of the closet where I triumphantly and prematurely placed them last Sunday.
And where are my gloves?
Joe(Never jump ahead of Nature)
My plan for today was to go to the park about noon and run the Big Loop (six miles) and pick up my number for Sunday's race. I haven't changed the plan, but I am going to have to get my tights back down from the top shelf of the closet where I triumphantly and prematurely placed them last Sunday.
And where are my gloves?
Joe(Never jump ahead of Nature)
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
The Littlest Commuter
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Faces in the Window #2
2:10PM
"I'm near 90" he said.
His skin was the same color and texture as saltworn canvas.
"That will be a great birthday." I said.
"No." he murmured. "Tomorrow I go to Arlington to bury my twin."
"Oh," I said, just oh.
"That's in Washington. Arlington.
"Yes." I said, just yes.
"No one knows, no one knows what, I, no one knows how I... ."
"Yes." I said, just yes.
"I'm near 90" he said.
His skin was the same color and texture as saltworn canvas.
"That will be a great birthday." I said.
"No." he murmured. "Tomorrow I go to Arlington to bury my twin."
"Oh," I said, just oh.
"That's in Washington. Arlington.
"Yes." I said, just yes.
"No one knows, no one knows what, I, no one knows how I... ."
"Yes." I said, just yes.
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