I had to go down to the Seaport hotel today to check in for tomorrow’s 13 mile Race to Remember. After picking up my number, I sat on a bench by the water and cleared my mind. The back half of this week has been rough. I fell ill with pig flu. My foot went bad. I got into a spat with my friends. In my denim armor I emptied my thoughts into the sky.
It started with the jean shorts. I had denim on the brain, and I was out shopping, and this denim shirt leapt off the rack at me. I had to pair it with dark blue jeans… I was compelled. I could roll off a speeding motorcycle in this outfit and be alright.
I was really angry when these pictures were taken. My mind was caught up in this feedback loop of bullshit. I reached out for help, but the only answer was time. Now time has passed, and all the bullshit is behind me. Its really something to move on. Tomorrow morning, with luck, my training and a good friend, I will put 13 more miles behind me.
You are a cement pile of cruising through. You have the drip-tower dream, without the drip coffee, without the wet shirt (ok, sometimes with the wet shirt), but always in style. 3rdarm galactic!
Rockin’ the Whitey Bulger hat-n-shades look there pal…