The wind smears clouds like a finger over pastel pencil.

Running was the order of the day yesterday. Not from the Russians, or even from the cops. Just ’cause.

Mostly just ’cause it was all we had time for.

Another round of visitors was en route and I had been instructed to deploy my mad posole skillz. The cooking is not difficult but does burn a bit of daylight, even with Herself handling the salad, cornbread, and ice cream. So instead of a refreshing bike ride we did a half hour of the old hep hoop hreep horp along the foothills trails.

I was not at the top of my game, with seasonal allergies using my snotlocker for a speed bag and the Worm Moon wiggling into my REM sleep the night before. I don’t like taking drugs that don’t make you see things that aren’t there, or vertical blinds that make you see things that are there.

Next time we need window treatments I’ll stay in the kitchen where I’m useful, maybe whip up a batch of posole for the installers. Either that or go for a run or ride, come home just in time to sign the check.

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8 Responses to “Run!”

  1. Pat O’Brien Says:

    I haven’t run for exercise since the Mule Mountain Marathon Army Emergency Relief Charity Run (5 miles on a relay team) in 1988. And, the soldiers I worked with talked me into it. Badgered me into it would be more accurate.

    At least your don’t grow fur at the full moon!

    • Patrick O'Grady Says:

      I never run more than five miles anymore. Our shortest loop is three, and that’s what we did yesterday.

      It’s a convenient form of exercise when time is short. I actually ran more than I rode at Interbike — there was a grassy industrial park near my hotel, so I’d go over there and stomp on their grass for a half hour or 45 minutes before the show started.

      Sounds kinda stupid, since I was fixin’ to walk miles and miles, but they were all indoor on concrete, with a heavy messenger bag slung over one shoulder.

      A fella likes to get outdoors without carrying any more weight than God and strong drink have given him.

  2. Shawn Says:

    I enjoy the ability to get out and run when I’m short on time as well. Although unless I keep it up I sure notice the running muscles the next couple of days – Something that didn’t really occur ten or so years ago. I just wish I had a good winding dirt trail around to make it a little more interesting. I have a track down the hill from me that I use but the round-and-round drives me angular. I lived for a short time in tent city (Portland, OR) back in the late ’90s and the running there is great. They have a wonderful park (Forest Park) in the hills to the west of downtown that is a real jewel of the city. It has trails that wind all over the place.

  3. khal spencer Says:

    My knees almost don’t hurt for the first time in a few weeks. I will get back on the bike, but not willing to start running…yet.

  4. Opus the Poet Says:

    I haven’t been able to run more than 2 steps since the drunk bastard with the high-speed pickemup truck. Which is about how far I can walk without a cane or walker these days. Keep the greasy side down and the shiny side up.

  5. Herb from Michigan Says:

    The only time you’ll see me running is if there is only one barstool left. Actually I wish my joints could still take it as running is one of the purest forms of cardio that doesn’t require you load up with gizmos and pay through the wazoo. Living in EST, I loved running when I visited CA or WA for meetings since I was wide awake at 5 am PST and the world was dewy and quiet. In the way-back, I once ran at Interbike Reno at 5 am and some guys passed me in pickup and clipped me in the head with a half can of Ranier. Nice cut on my chin it did.

    • Shawn Says:

      Wow. Drunk basturds in the city of the quick divorce at 5AM. I’m sorry that your impression of Reno was / is likely not positive. I lived there earlier this century and really loved it. I road many thousands of miles there and had mostly positive experiences. However, as for running on the streets in the early AM when the drunks are still prowling, I didn’t partake in that. The running that I did was normally out in the hills while the inebriated were still sleeping in their coffins.

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