11/7/12: 4.5 miles
11/10/12: intervals/ 2.5 miles
11/11/12:
I drove the two miles to my old haunt the university lakes for not even a 2 mile run. I just needed to get outside. It was warm but breezy. The cormorants that make their yearly trek to Baton Rouge were there sunning on the old trees that grow out of the lake. Several years ago I spotted a Spoon Bill Roseate there. It was high up in a tree surrounded by the nesting sea birds. A woman walking her dog also noticed the bird. "It is good luck to see them," she said, noticing me looking at it.
The run let me relive the first couple of years that I lived here in Baton Rouge. The beginning of running, biking around on off days; seemed every day was an off day. I would often stop what I was doing and think about enjoying that moment. Things I still try and concentrate on. Those thoughts are 5 years old. Time just keeps rolling.

First of all let me say that I certainly had something else in mind when I said "long run," or "big run" or however I quoted it yesterday. I had planned on a 5 or 6 mile run today. However, on waking, other things came about. For one, L and I had to put the house together for a visit from family. I say L and I, but the bulk of this, obviously was my beautiful wife.
Second, I was just feeling hungry and hallow this morning. I did not foresee myself going more than 3 or 4 miles. So, what happened was I put out a very respectable 3.5. Stretches of it were so gloriously empty minded that I had to stop and remember where I actually ran while recording my run. This is supposed to reap benefits in some dharma club the likes I which I am not fully in understanding of just yet.
We will be eating later today copious amounts of food with in laws. Now I am so hungry I can only imagine what glutinous hours await me!
final note: I am reading Faulkner's first novel "Soldier's Pay." I am seeing a lot of early Cormac McCarthy in this book. The last Faulkner I read was the big one about the Compson Family (side note: I was in a band with a song called Compson Eulogy that I was relatively clueless as to its note of origin). Anyway, at that point Faulkner was so fine tuned in his art that it is really impossible to see likenesses among other writers. But the range of prose in this early work...you can see young Cormac plucking it up and being greatly influenced.

3.7 miles yesterday. I have been recording some on paper to keep the stress of deadlines. No matter how unreal one is, I find a way to avoid it. I think that is part of it: discipline. The run was fine; it was uneventful. I had started trying to type something up about Belize but I can't seem to finish it. It is still there and I may try to complete it. Last night was an up late kind of evening. Been a while since I pulled into one of those. Not to shabby. Wait a minute: Christmas commercial. Check the date there: Nov. 3rd. Sheesh. It has been pretty warm today but nice. Typical Baton Rouge weather I suppose. I spoke to a gentleman today while waiting on a food order about football books. Such a joy it is for me to place money on football. I can not really explain why. It has nothing really to do with the amount of money, just as long as something is on the line... Planning a long run tomorrow. I think it will be safe to judge the success of it on whether or not anything is written on here by tomorrow evening. I hope that the Titans can pull out a win against the bears tomorrow.

It came from within,
a bursting joy.
at last a night,
A winter star.