2041

It was cold and rainsnowing and getting dark and everyone was coming home in their minivans and SUVS and Hondas and roaring past me and sometimes slowing down and I would wave a neon-gloved hand at them and be all thank-you

you know

thanks fellow subdivision dweller hey hi umm my name is Tyrell and I once swore that I would die before I lived in suburbia with you and now lookit me fucking pathetic right hey hi here I am in running tights counting my breaths onetwothreefour and thinking about my form and worrying about my knee

just three miles that's all listen I am
so scared injured since November after a great free summer spent running
running
running

man.

I am telling you.

If I don't work my body to the point of physical exhaustion that rotten motherfucker inside of me starts talking to my brain and then ah yeah

the shit starts so yeah
it was really great to get out there and run tonight. The wind was so nasty at times. Like I thought my nipples were going to blow off for reals.

And the ice and the slush yada yada.

That shit sucked. Dude. Like I was not sure if I still had toes or not.

But I felt free for a minute yaheard.

And that feeling is so fucking important to me.

Sometimes I think it is all I have.

Bless.