Bridle Path

The trees are my friends.
In them, I run slow, at peace.
Tomorrow I race.



3 mile recovery

Conspiracy Theory # 83

With a few raindrops
People vanish, birds appear.
Clearly they transformed.

Yeah, I ran tonight
6 miles and pretty fast.
No more words, quota's full

Can't get out of bed
Too much drink, too little sleep.
5 miles can wait

Go counter-clockwise
Against the grain and the tide.
Forget all those stares.

Climbing Harlem Hill
and keeping a low heart rate...
Dumb, like this haiku.

Cool crisp early morn
Bitches Brew blows in my ears.
The run ends, life starts.

When you just can't sleep
You can't think, feel, or see straight.
Fuck it, keep running.

Running Atlanta--
slowly because of stop lights
and not last night's drink

I shall sing loudly
to myself and all who pass.
It makes for less clouds.

Trailed a tall pale one
Across two or more miles.
Must keep heart rate down.

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4 miles
33:30
8:23 pace
Avg. HR 153 BPM