It’s 4:26 am. Hump Day.
The scale works, with its condescending blink-blink-blink.
Down B*tch. Down.
It flashes Up.
Up 8 lbs since the last running post over a month ago.
I turn to the morning papers. Headline: Burger King has reached out to McDonald’s with a 1-day cease-fire offer to combine the Whopper with the Big Mac to create the McWhopper. Wow.
I shift uncomfortably on the couch.
Don’t care? Don’t want to? Too hot?
Where’s the disgust? The fury?
Riding Apathy Road here.
I turn back to the morning blog post readings.
John O’Donohue in “Before The Beginning” explains:
Unknown to us, there are moments
When crevices we cannot see open
For time to come alive with beginning.
And, I Begin.
A beautiful morning.
62° F. Wind WNW at 8 mph.
It’s Zwicky’s ‘end of summer’ where the ‘heart talks to itself, a thin stream braiding over a lip of rock’.
It’s still, but for the breeze at my back, and my breath.
The sky sparkles with the Big Dipper, the Little Dipper and the North Star.
But, the interlude is brief.
The body heaves itself around the track.
Oxygen is thin.
Legs are anvils.
Lift them up and down. Almost home.
And on queue, as I round the corner on the home stretch, a long uphill climb, the Gremlin in my music player randomly fires-up Todd Rundgren’s “Bang the Drums all Day“:
I don’t want to work
I want to bang on the drum all day
I don’t want to play
I just want to bang on the drum all day…
I bang on that thing ’til I got blisters on my hand
And I say: PERFECT.
Miles: 5.25 miles
Time Check: Nap Time.