Sunday, September 15, 2013

Long Run. One Hour and Forty Minutes. Boise Greenbelt.

The important thing to remember is that you did your best.  It's not every day that villains storm the deck and gallantry is given with each firm push of foot leaving land.  The other important thing is that it takes work to get here. Be proud that you can hardly carry on and wear your beggars clothes for everyone to see.

On pristine days the sore hips and constant impact matters less to my weary feet.  It's not hard to push on, mile after revealing mile.
A pleasant turn of seasons.  The lush greens we held so high are finally leaving.  That's how we want things--secure in the past.  It's too much work to recategorize things like obtuse turns on elevated land.  They always belong in the do-not-cross pile.  But the danger is clear: assume today will be like yesterday and tomorrow all the same.

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