9:35 AM PST - Feb. 24, 2004
this mile
the problem isn't stretching or running because i know i still can but i know when the 5 becomes an eight lane freeway where the wind becomes molasses and the hills are thick with soot and flame and my knees and elbows are magnets drawn to the core of the earth the way my one-year-old gravitates towards my steak knife as if it were a lollipop and i know if i want to see his marriage or his first wrestle with the nettles of bouganvillea or convince him the merits of a primrose or two along his old garage along with the bright orange of a Lagavulin this mile this mile needs to be run not walked or driven.
