- deliberate, glad, solitary
- Isn’t this the time now to start following what I know to be true?
- covered with pink now
- just too crazy
- Desolation, Desolation, I owe so much to Desolation
- mad raging sunsets in seafoams of cloud
- people are utterly free
- Buddhaland splendor
- my knowing was the knowing that the substance of my bones and their bones and the bones of dead men in the earth of rain at night is the common individual substance that is everlastingly tranquil and blissful?
- home again
- Oh ever youthful, O ever weeping
- Ain’t you kinda old to be a college student?
- worked incessantly
- unbelievable horizons
- I picked myself
- I was as nutty as a fruitcake and happier
- wild lyrical drizzling rain
- the taste of rain
- everybody knows everything
- God, I love you
- Though the flesh be bugged, the circumstances of existence are pretty glorious
So…..if you can’t already tell, I’ve been reading Kerouc. These are all snippets of his book Dharma Bums. If he were alive, I would totally be one of the girls who followed him around and tried to sleep with him. He’s dapper, dark-haired, and emotionally unavailable…a true man of mystery.
Last week I learned that I need different shoes to run on the road than I do on the trails. Since mid-January, I had been training for my marathon on the roads because the trails were covered in snow, and ice, mud, and then more snow, then back to mud again. I was wearing new trail runners. When my achilles began to hurt on both heels, advice from more seasoned runners was BUY NEW SHOES! I hemmed and hawed. A pair of new shoes would be half my paycheck! I stopped running for two weeks.
After reconnecting with a few dear friends one weekend, I remembered my commitment to myself. Run the race. Run the race. Run the race. You can run the race! This afternoon I trotted a hilly seven miles, and I’ll get up to ten this weekend. I want to test out a new dirt road in Sandwich that was featured in Runner’s World. It’s supposed to be quiet, and long.