Exhausted. Eye-strain. Slightly nauseous. Dehydrated? Big glass of water. Banana. Feeling bloated. Two days of troubling digestion. Beautiful in Athens. Time for a run.
Distance: 4.25 miles
Temperature: 79°
Late afternoon run by South Green. Undergrad couple having a picnic by the Hocking. I've been there, I've done that. I look at the parking dock behind Wray House, and the one next to it, can't remember its name. Twenty years ago this weekend I flew home from Los Angeles to go with my girlfriend to a three-day pagan festival in Indiana. Seriously. Two decades.
Awesome run. Every symptom I reported at the beginning of this post? Forget about them. I feel spirited.
Time to eat grilled burgers and swill iced mojitos.
1973 Playlist
Saturday Night's Alright For Fighting - Elton John
Nineteen Hundred and Eighty-Five - Paul McCartney & Wings
Living For The City - Stevie Wonder
Free Ride - The Edgar Winter Group
Stuck In The Middle With You - Stealers Wheel
Higher Ground - Stevie Wonder
Blockbuster - Sweet
Heartbeat (It's a Lovebeat) - The DeFranco Family
Keep Yourself Alive - Queen
2 comments:
I've always been amazed with just how much better a little exercise makes me feel.
You said it. That and alcohol.
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