4 quick miles now two days ago. I wouldn't mind running today but it may not happen. A quick hunt and peck and keys with my hands followed by "Delete" either held down in full or tapped the same number of times. The run two days ago was perfect.
Currently listening to Thelonious Monk. Sometimes I think if I had a piano sitting here next to me I could remember how to play it. The strong odds are that it would sit mostly unplayed and unnoticed.
Gambling on horses running in long circles in about 5 hours. Crisp beers in paper bags. Bets on the 8. Exacta boxes. Listen to what your body is telling you to do there. It is probably right.

"STOP PLAYING ALL THOSE WEIRD NOTES (THAT BULLSHIT), PLAY THE MELODY!"
-T. Monk

Sleep: Dopesmoker

Sleep book ended it my run today. I got the record in Pensacola and it has had a pretty sweet rotation since I got it. Until now I only had a burned disc I found on Napster in the late 90s/early 00s. Though I have no direct memory of discovering this band, my initial thoughts always turn to my cousin who always had a stronger grasp of this type of music than I did. It was in his bands "Children's Crusade," and "Who Killed Keyser Soze," that Luke got to travel the states from coast to coast; something my snobby little indie bands never got off their asses and did. Sleeping on couches, camping; he bought a piece of shit van that lasted him probably a little over a year. I have always been envious of him for doing this. One of the earliest memories I have of his first band was a house show. It was loud as fuck and I was extremely impressed with how sick Luke's band was. The place was packed. I remember near the back of this house was a cage with two iguanas in it. They were as far away from the music inside of the cage as they could be. I know I was drinking beer and a bag and at some point i spent some time in a small circle with a couple of people out in the parking lot. That is about as far as my memory goes.
Lost
Last two runs have been shorter than I wanted but under my average pace. Like running through a Faulkner novel set in Baton Rouge, slight fog, misty air cutting through live oaks and magnolia trees. I typically prefer running through sunshine and cold air but before I hit the three mile mark I was actually running at a good clip. The cigarettes have definitely taken their toll on my air tho. I will be trashing the remainder that I bought on a random parade day. I think sometimes you are supposed to give in to vices though, it makes you healthy. At times you have to do things just to do them, I believe in this fully. Be it gambling, drinking too much, getting in a fist fight (something I have yet to do, thank god). How else will you know? Rita at my works asks me if I want to hear how her second husband died again. "No, I know...its horrible," You have no idea, she says. I will stray from that...
So, the running appears fine.

Yesterday was weird. I knew it would be; I had smoked too much the day before. I had drank to much the day before. But body was pissed. But I got out there...sorta.
No cigarettes for lent? What is lent?

Ran Friday through cool clouded weather. I think its was a five K. Not too much further. It wasn't a thrilling or enjoyable run. The first such run since I got my future device. I didn't top though and I think that is a modest success. I would say two months ago still I would occasionally stop and walk if the run wasn't going by way. My lets were still a little stiff from the intervals I did earlier in the week anyway. I haven't decided what kind of run to do today. Whatever it is, I have a small feeling that the effects of yesterday's parading will take its told on the run.

I just want to get something down now before I forget. I found an old clip of a song on my phone today I had forgotten about. The nonsensical words are either:
gray
hay
yay
nay
stay
hooray
calm
palm
pour
more
store
lore
love
shove
Small Horses
Apple Orchid
core
heart
ache
break
take
broken beer bottle
took
murder
sturdier?
Purdier (sic)
getting old
dying
death
decay
or, "What a pretty day!"
It is really quiet impossible to tell due to me a) not having any kind of lyrical mindset at all, b) purposefully mumbling the words so in future listening I can pretend that I had a good idea that I was working on, and C) the small microphone picking everything up.

Going to to intervals today. Last time I tried this I was just running around like a fool and got tired immediately. Today I am going to just stay at a pace that I want to realistically run a 5k in for 1 to 2 minutes, rest for a minute, and then continue. Cheers.

3.8 miles around the larger of the University Lakes. A sad first seeing how long I have lived here. But it was a strong run. My runs just keep getting better and better. It is weird to admit but satellites flying around in the sky are the direct link to my better running. I am going both further and faster. I do somehow anticipate some kind of wall happening soon. It will probably happen just as I start to experience the kind of "runner's high" you read about it athletic magazines. As soon as it gets good, look forward to the carpet being pulled right out from under.

5 miles

and I think what that means is that you have to push yourself a little further each time. If you want to meet that goal."

I decided not to respond to such a ludicrous statement, pulling the covers over my head and going deeper into run along the University Lakes. It was cool enough for a jacket. Thought the sun was still somewhere behind the clouds to the west, the moon was above a clearing and already starting to show. I spoke softly to my friend next to me, "if we talk too much louder, it will break up the lakes." She looked out over the lakes and we noticed the glass calm; reflecting clouds and the trees that lined her edges. Under the viaduct which used to be my one mile marker when I lived on Ovid, a small group of ducks paddled about, their wake spreading for miles in either direction.
"I haven't showered in three days."
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" We laughed at that one good. At a certain point the sky wasn't even over us anymore, it was just reflected from the lakes. Some repetitious John Cale album was playing somewhere on my headphones. It started pulling me out.
"Wait," I said to myself.
Rain was pouring through the roof, covering my bed and my dresser. I need to stop this, I thought. I stood up and started pressing my blankets into the ceiling trying to stop the rain.
"BREEP BREEP," I hit snooze as a distant train began pulling its whistle. (It is coming closer...whispered in my ear), I can't stop thinking about sunlight and oak trees. Trees hanging over Myrtle Street, forming a gauntlet. The same for Ingleside, pushing through these ancient gateways.