On the Trail
Sydney and I built a piece of art out of some junk we found along a trail through the woods. Then Elijah and our neighbor Hayden helped us finish the job.
I run or bike past the sculpture most mornings. Due in part to the lack of rain, it's been standing for about four months now with only minor repairs. I don't know what other people think when they see it, but they do see it, it's right at the side of a well-used jogging path.
This morning I ran by it three times, which is to say I ran just over three miles. It was a quiet day on the path. Many of the usual 8 AM denizens seem to be on vacation--I haven't seen Beagle Lady, Sweaty Guy, or Hat Girl all week.
I ran my second mile faster than usual, because right as I started it I noticed Walkman Woman was about to catch me. I exercise only so I can continue to eat ice cream and drink whiskey, and I don't run very fast, but I am stupid competitive and so I stretched out to keep my lead. She was younger, fitter, and had longer legs. Then again, she didn't know we were racing. As I plodded up the last hill my heart was thudding and I could taste the cigar I smoked at my keyboard yesterday, and I wondered if beating a stranger in a race she didn't know we were having was worth risking death for. Hell yes it was.
5:46:09 PM 
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