C25K With The Bitches

Left on Justine.

'Something filled up my heart with nothing
 Someone told me not to cry...'

Nice old couple on the right. I think he's losing his shit.  Always cleaning the garage that seems ever more cluttered.  But nice that he keeps busy.

Young couple on the left.  They moved in a couple years ago.  Have had two children since.  We share a fence with them.  I've never laid eyes on the woman. Fucking weirdo.

Houses moving past faster.  Children playing. Swimmers swimming.  Planters planting. Mowers mowing.

'With my lighnin' bolts a glowin'
I can see where I am goin' to be
when the reaper he reaches and touches my hand.'

"Begin running."

Left on Maureen.  She is my favorite.  Gently sloping downhill. I can pretend it is easy with Maureen.

'I wheeled around because I didn't hear what you had said
And saw you dancing with Elihu
Up on Leemor's bed'

"Begin walking."

Hmm.  I could have kept going.

I could wimp out and hang a right on Linda.  But stick with Maureen til she ends.

"Begin running."

Head up. Shoulders back. Eyes fixed on the horizon.  Funny how as my spine is being violently compressed with each punishing step, I manage to feel so tall.

'Stars hide your fires,
And these here are my desires
And I will give them up to you this time around
And so, I'll be found
with my steak stuck in this ground
Marking its territory of this newly impassioned soul
hide your fires,
these are my desires'

"Begin walking."

Thank fuck.  Maureen is in a mood today.

Past Nancy.

"Begin running."

OK. So this barely resembles running.  It isn't fast.  It isn't pretty.  But it isn't walking.

'Some come to laugh their past away
Some come to make it just one more day
Whichever way your pleasure tends
If you plant ice you're gonna harvest the wind'

Right on Justine. Avenue this time. Not Road. Seriously, who names TWO roads in the same neighborhood Justine?  Know what? Justine is a whore. Pretty sure anyone named Justine has banged the football team under the bleachers.

Mostly I hate Justine for her curves.  She is all uphill.  And my shitty timing always has me running up her.

I'm still waiting to get high by the way.  I feel  the fire of a thousand suns burning in my chest. Trachea reduced to the diameter of a coffee straw. Leg muscles are quivering gelatinous masses.

Really. To those who think this is getting high?  I had way more fun than you in college.

'The world as I see it is a remarkable place.'

Sweet old lady walking sweet little dog acknowledges my effort;

"You're doing great!"

*gasp* "This Sucks!" *gasp*

I hack out a lung for her pup to munch on.

"Begin walking."

If I were home on my nice eliptical machine in my nice basement; I'd have called it quits by now. But all the way in the back corner of  the neighborhood, I've no choice but to haul my ass back home.

'You are the eagle, you are the lark
You are the world and you're remarkable'

Past Dorothy on the left.  Dorothy. Who would name a kid Dorothy? She was probably with Justine under those bleachers. In the 1940's

"Begin running."

'My heart like a kick drum!'

A heart attacked wrapped in a stroke wrapped in an aneuyrism is what this feels like. And this is somehow good for me? 

Amazingly it is.

I do hate every. fucking. step.

But.

It prevents mother nature from bitch slapping me with a monthly migraine.  It dimishes homicidal tendencies.  It increases patience.  It sleeps great.

So.

Thanks bitches.

See you in the morning.


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Soundtrack:

"Wake Up" - Arcade Fire
"Sample in a Jar" - Phish
"Roll Away Your Stone" - Mumford and Sons
"Franklin's Tower" - Grateful Dead
"The World As I see it" - Jason Mraz
"Kick Drum Heart" - The Avett Brothers