I run better in the morning. I don’t know why. I just do. I’m so much stronger, able to just keep running, able to dissociate myself from thinking about what I’m doing, able to breathe properly.
I did two miles tonight. Not great, had to walk some, couldn’t breathe. Bah.
Now I’m sitting here, in the dark, bathed in the cool soft glow of my iBook’s screen, listening to Mr. Colin Molloy sing “Clementine”. I’m now a big fan of The Decemberists. The songs are literate, ironic, slightly twisted, and generally sad, even when the tune is upbeat and catchy.
OK, time for bed. G’night.