Had 10+ miles of sweating and thinking. No music, even--just the stuff inside my head. (I was so dazed this morning, I had to turn back twice to get keys and wallet. Not surprising I forgot my iPod.)
I need to turn that jealousy into admiration, at the very least. Aspiration at best. I feel so tired, though. So ugly and tender with bruises, like a roughly handled peach.
I'm holding a lot of whats. I sure could use some hows.
Posted by thevieve at May 6, 2006 9:46 AM