Runner Schizophrenia: The me that decided to run 12 miles is somehow never the same me that has to run them.
“Novelists tell that piece of truth hidden at the bottom of every lie.” —Italo Calvino, born on this day in 1923
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Outstanding ad concept/copy.
So, this happened.
This first, lonely hour of day is always my favorite.
Sunrise at camp in Hope Valley. It was a beautiful weekend start to finish. Great camp food, great company and conversation, a tough 11-mile hike with a big reward, intense and hilarious board games, total disconnection from everything else. Good stuff.
Me, writing poetry.
“Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance.”
—Anna Quindlen, from Every Last One (Random House, 2010)
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I think about this quite a bit.