i love running at night…

i’m not talking 8 or 9 o’clock.. i mean.. 12 or 1 o’clock.. while most of you rest your tired little heads on your soft pillows, i put on my running shoes.. well my only shoes.. and i take a little trip around my neighborhood. down streets i’ve once biked down.. or driven down.. passed houses i’ve been in.. with old friends probably sleeping in them… here and there a street lamp lights my way.. but usually only the stars and moon that guide my path

i like running late at night because it’s quiet. every once in a while.. you hear the sound of a car,.. maybe someone coming back from a party.. maybe coming back from the graveyard shift at work.. it’s the time of day where.. ever once in a while.. a dog barks.. but instead of the neighborhood filling with dogs barking everywhere.. most of the other dogs.. are too tired to join… and that one dog that first barked.. realizes its too tired to continue.. and he too puts his tired little head down on his soft pillow and sleeps…

the only thing i hear is the sound my running shoes hitting the asphalt.. my right shoe squeaks for some reason on each step. shrug… after a while.. i don’t even hear that…

i don’t have a set path i run.. i’ve lived in this neighborhood all my life.. i know where each street leads.. i make turns whenever i feel like it.. i know where i’m going… i know how to get back home… but i’m lost… i’m too deep in my thoughts..

it’s not like.. there’s one specific thing i think about…

…baseball – i’m dead last in fantasy baseball.. lately, i care more about my team than the dodgers winning

…school – i.. gotta start trying more.. sigh..

…girls – i gotta stay away from them…

…church – i’m getting exhausted of the responsibility..

…”you’re tired”.. my body tells me.. “just stop”… no.. i will not.. i always come to a point where i don’t wanna go anymore.. it’s so easy.. to just.. stop.. “slow down”.. sigh… i gotta push myself… someone once told me that the most important muscle in running is your heart.. you have to want to keep running even when your body says to stop.. “stop..” just a couple more blocks.. a couple more steps..”your legs hurt” i’m almost there… just a little bit faster… “you’re gonna die…” i made it!… finally…

“same time tomorrow”… ok…

hmm.. that sounded a little schizo.. try to keep in mind.. it took me.. about 2 hours to write this blog.. i was interrupted by a couple games of literati and some im boxes… and.. it’s.. really late.. and i just.. ran.. so.. i am.. kinda tired…

also.. today was the first day i ran since the marathon without pain.. i ran .. i believe.. 3 miles today.. i was starting to feel shin splints but overall it was a good run. we’ll see how i feel tomorrow..

and to end this long blog, here’s a conversation i had ted the other day about fantasy baseball..

time To IM tim (1:32:50 AM): damn… i’m under 30 again

time To IM tim (1:33:01 AM): i hate myself

time To IM tim (1:33:04 AM): i’m going to go shoot myself

RatBrat22 (1:33:45 AM): woa woa. calm down man! are you ok? don’t do that!

time To IM tim (1:33:52 AM): haha

RatBrat22 (1:33:54 AM): haha

RatBrat22 (1:34:16 AM): this bunny will keep you cheery in the land of 30’s…

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time To IM tim (1:34:33 AM): hahahaha

time To IM tim (1:34:35 AM): thank you

thanks for reading all this…

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