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Run Four (and a Little More)

in the humidity. in the humility. in the hummm-idity of a new day. through the rainy breeze. through the whispering trees. through the raging seas of your own crazy brain. run four (and a little more) to clear your mind. … Continue reading

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running before the sun

{wakes} ………{shines} …{takes} the day in another direction. be -fore the moon sleeps, tucked in tight and slightly tilted. before the pavement heats and the streets are filled with people and cars and busy-ness and business and all the nonsense … Continue reading

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wisps of clouds, and silence

run three …………………{miles} prayerfully. ask for confidence, grace and grit to get through this crazy day. gratefully. with eyes that see all this gorgeous day might be.     ..

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run four

{miles} she didn’t know she could, until she did. and then she died. …….{just kidding} but she did watch that wily sun slide up into the sky like a lemon wedge on the edge of a mountain-rimmed drink, lungs on … Continue reading

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sun run

i beat that wily guy up this morning, up and running {one…two…three} before he could take a peak, could tweak the sky into some scorched August rust. trust me, i’d rather sleep, but i just keep {swimming, swimming, swimming) pounding … Continue reading

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run three, with some glee

because 85 degrees at 10am in August is a gift, humidity or not. because the knots in her brain and heart and bod untangle best when her legs are flying. because sometimes crying isn’t an option, but sweating’s just as … Continue reading

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run that damn three

with no trace of glee and with a bummed knee and through bee-buzzy trees. run it ………..{those three damn miles} in the muggy sticky style of pseudo-monsoon southern Nevada, of wide open skies but all-desert ground. run up. run down … Continue reading

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