Mardi Gras was a beautiful day.
I went for a run at Hibernia for the first time in months. Oh it may be anti-social, but I love running in the woods in solitude. The gym makes me feel social, but it can't beat physically running somewhere- gravel and mud and snow and ice and jumping over potholes and dodging horseshit. The bare trunks of trees, shaded brown by the tilt of afternoon sunlight. The trees that I know along the path, the one I talked to, the one I swore to come back to always, the remembrance of all the other runs I've taken in other seasons, under pressure from other troubles, other people, other cares than those that plague me now.
Yeah, what gym?
Mardi Gras is a beautiful night.