This was Sunday Morning

From Sunday morning. . .

This is the halfway point for camp (technically a little past). Five weeks ago, I would have said the halfway point would be good. But, now I'm feeling irresoluteness about the whole thing. Time is flying by so quickly; too quickly.

But in this moment I suppose life is pretty good. It's 9:54 and I'm listening to Paul van Dyk's 'Home' with some $5 JVC earbuds. I realize I sound like a snob, but my $100 Sony MDR-V6's were stolen from here at camp. So, I'm kind of pissed off about that because now I can't experience songs in all their heavy hitting bass glory.

OK Scratch everything I just said. At this particular moment I feel, something. I can't quite put my finger on it. To begin with, this post is completely useless and pointless. I just switched tracks to One Night in Tokyo. Fuck it I'm going running. ..

Most days now, I can't run to the edge. Mainly because I don't have enough time to run long enough to get there. The edge is the runner's high. I started my run today not knowing how long it would go. Ten minutes passed, and my right leg started to build up so much lactic acid, it felt like a lead boot. But, after continuing my run for a while it went away and it was pretty much just running on the music that was playing in my ears. I ran around the entire lake which is about a 1.5 mile stretch, then back around to the other side and then in a loop. So all told it was probably a 5-6 mile run. It took me a little under an hour. On my way back, I stopped by the pier on the lake and looks at the rolling clouds. My heart was beating so fast it looked like the clouds were getting sucked from the sky and out past the distant tree line.

Running is a good time to think and a good time to escape. In the last five minutes of my run, I could feel the endorphins released. . .

What a useless post really. Oh well.