Thursday, January 31, 2013

Beach Run


Some recurring injuries from my past have come back to haunt me. If it’s the worst thing that ever happens to me, I’m a lucky lady. But given that my young body has the tendency to take on the life of a Golden Girl, I can’t be as active as I used to be or would love to be. If I’m cooped up within 4 walls for more than a few hours at a time, not being able to go outside and let those endorphins free creates a new pain all its own. So when I do have a healthy day I feel unstoppable.

Just a morning run
as the sun comes up
until 3 miles…
by the end of this song…
until 3.5 miles…
once I reach that stoplight…
until 4 miles…
after that fire hydrant…
until 5 miles…
when something starts to hurt…
until I lose track of time
and the mile marker.


























I had such a great runner's high last week that I wanted to remember that feeling. I had just enough juice left in my phone to record some clips so that epic run can live on long after a Venice bum pisses away my footprints. Thanks to the geniuses at Apple. And Rihanna.