Great Outdoors

Tuesday, 17 June 2003

I just had the most won­der­ful walk.

The house I’m stay­ing in this sum­mer is less than a hun­dred yards from a river, and right up the street from a park. The neigh­bor­hood is qui­et, and the park [apart from some lit­ter] is just right. The trees are mon­strous, thick trunk­ed and tow­er­ing. Meagan should come down and see their size, their sin­u­ous branch­es and all that.

The river was quite ac­tive this evening. I live right along the East Race of the St. Joseph’s river, and the East Race is the nicest part of the river to ex­pe­ri­ence, and has been de­vel­oped ap­pro­pri­ate­ly to suit this. There was a guy out in waders cast­ing in the cur­rent, he made me want to fish again. Moments lat­er, some peo­ple on a Seadoo jet­ted past. Quite a few peo­ple were walk­ing on my side, an el­der­ly la­dy was work­ing in her yard, and on the oth­er side of the river, much high­er [per­haps 50 feet] I could see some cou­ples sit­ting, walk­ing, etc.

Ducks and their broods were all over. and some skeeters too, that I avoid­ed. I just took it all in, tried to for­get about my measly de­sires, felt con­tent for a bit, said ‘Thanks’ and came back home.

Its hot­ter than the dick­ens in here.

Breathing Again

Wednesday, 10 April 2002

i need to learn to breathe again. i went run­ning to­day. i ex­pect­ed jel­ly­filled legs and a gimp knee since i’ve been out of comis­sion for so long. my legs feel fine as does my knee, prob­a­bly be­cause i can’t breathe any­more. i didn’t even get to set a good pace be­fore my lungs start­ed stac­ca­to ren­di­tions of d’yer mak’er. on­ly 2 and a half miles be­fore i whim­pered back home. i need to get my ass in gear and get back in­to shape. i’m pissed. so it be­gins. twice a week lift­ing and se­ri­ous cals and 3 days of run­ning. i want to reach the point where it hurts so i know i’m get­ting in shape. the ad­dic­tive agony that do­ing the se­nior work­out of my cross­coun­try high­school days brings on. some of you know what i mean. i want to run un­til i throw up. what is wrong with that?