Thursday, May 17, 2012

Day 163

Today I ran with hundreds of others through the hilly streets of the VT state capital. It was in the hour of long shadows. It smelled of team spirit.

Afterwards I had burgers and beers with my fellow runner-workers, some old friends and some of them new. We talked of wedding dresses, public radio and juice blender diets.

I drove home on the highway, admiring the outlines of mountains stretched across a deep-blue canvas. A lone star (planet?) burned bright...and to my right, a long line of Harley Ds paraded past, seemingly in sync with the jazz playing on the radio.

It was a wonderful night - so worth overcoming the inertia that stuck me to my chair hours earlier. Thanks, Wendell, for flipping my mood.

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