Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Would You Rather Rage Against The Machine Or The Dying Of The Light?

Seminole Heights 4.5mi
I’m out for a quick run around the neighborhood before it gets too dark, and my legs feel like they belong to a lazy old man. My joints are creaky and my muscles are sore. I keep feeling like one leg is shorter than the other, but I can’t decide which one. It keeps switching. My shoes are too tight and my clothes feel like I have them on backwards. Eventually I loosen up a little and I meander through the streets of Old Seminole Heights enjoying the quiet and the old houses lit by the setting sun.


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