Today as another funhouse mirror in an all too dilapidated amusement park

I'm starting to run again. There was an article a few days ago about an Olympic finalist who broke the world record time for the 100 meter dash but he didn't get the record. Turns out another guy ran even faster in that race but they both qualified to go to the Summer games. I may not get under 9.7 seconds for 100 meters but it sure feels good to be on the field working hard for something again. I'm tired of thinking for so long about wasting the day working for things that wont improve my life- things that are like hurdles made of anxiety and trouble.

The last time I can remember running before I stopped for a year was up north in Santa Cruz when some old guy nearly ran me off the road at 10 miles an hour on the wrong side of the road. I smiled thinking "that was weird" and kept going.
Still I've been going now and then, doing 30 minute jogs but there's no enthusiasm like there used to be. I'm going to make a record for myself. I even bought a stopwatch this morning before class. It's simple and small- it better be too! A normal sized watch would drown my wrists but the smaller ones seemed too feminine (even though I usually don't mind for things I wear every now and then). Turns out it fits good and is exactly plain enough. Now I have a watch again! yey.