Saturday, January 11, 2025

Painted on the sky

 Still beat up.  I’ve temporarily step out of the octagon.  Perhaps I can squeeze in one more effort in the squared circle.  It looks grim.  4.3 today @ 14:11 pace and it was an effort.  The equipment is in tatters.  Even walking is a chore.  Mentally and aerobically things are groovy.  Too many blasts and chips to the outer hull.  Also difficult to streamline.  Feels like I am at 130% earth gravity.  I say this with a sound mind and quizzical preponderance.

 As my physical abilities continue to be compromised and sold off at deep discounted prices, I have learned something about me.  Many day to day activities have always been a competition between myself, others, nature, work, and vehicular.  Everything brother.  No wonder patience was not something I could not grasp.  Why would a normal fella take side streets and utilize u-turns just to beat people I don’t know to the grocery store?  Everyday.  Letting go has dropped my upper blood pressure numbers.  In my mind anyway.

 So…I’m still gonna make a run at Ice Age.  I’m always hopeful things will change.  But I have finally come out above the tree line.  Nothing really left to see.

 I’m afraid it is time to start heading down.  No grizz left anyway.

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