I got me a new pair of running shoes this past weekend. Last night I laced them up and ran around the neighborhood. The ice is thawing rapidly and the sun was shining on my face. I didn't need gloves and my fleece coat kept me plenty warm. My legs ache still. I don't think they will ever feel normal again. My body is just too messed up. And still, the running is mine. The running is part of what defines me and grounds me.
I cannot stop listening to this Decemberists album. It takes my breath away.
What were the words I meant to say
Before She left
When I could see her breath lead
Where she were going to
Maybe I should just let it be
And maybe it will all come back to me
Seeing, oh, Janu Oh, January, go
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