ten mile marker

well people, you'll be happy to know I've run my 250th mile with nike+, which means, somewhere along the line I passed the 300 mile marker. Thats not remarkable for a little less than a year, but its alright. it'll do.

my ipod was having a break down on tuesday during my run, so I can't prove this actually happened, but it did... : I ran all the way to georgetown on the capital crescent and back on the canal. Thats long people. I get on the Capital Crescent at the 6.5, and made it all the way to 10.5. I missed the 9.5, and 10. those markers weren't visible really. thats 4 miles out. I wanted to cab it back, but, I didn't. I hopped on the canal and ran it home. Ive never been so happy to see fletcher's boat house ( still 2.5 miles from home). i also talked to myself like a crazy person on that last mile. I made myself not quit, and I felt pretty good about it. I even managed to spring the last 200 yds. total: about 9.5 miles. without my ipod, which stinks, because I've really been digging some new running music... like ccr, and black mountain, and even a little eric clapton (mostly "reptile").

last week I pulled off a 5 mile run, and seriously, I managed to keep the tears in check, until "Long as I Can See the Light" popped up... I've found that this type of music is good for my long, steady runs. and maybe for my psyche too... my psyche though is a little screwed up these days... i mean, its lonely here, you know? in this spot. this house here on ridge drive, with all its nothing-ness, and memories, and all the bad and good. how the coke still tastes different here, and so do egg noodles, and the dressers still seem like they hold magical treasures, and how its all really the same but not at all, you know? and I don't care what anyone says, no one can live in a big house all alone. they can't. now accepting applications for "move-ins." I'll be easy on your wallet, and I like to cook things, ok? So you can have all sorts of yummy breakfast things, and lunch things, and delicious dinners in exchange for just BEING here, you don't even need to talk to me, i mean, you can't NOT talk to me, but you don't have to talk to me...

I am cheery though people. because rent-live on broadway made it to my door via netflix, and because of this:

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(sorry its not a video or anything, its just the song, and the rest is pretty damn good too.... thank you shooter jennings for the sweet recommendation, and oh, canada, our lovely northern neighbors for producing such a wonderful place to create such wonderful things like, oh, you know, all of alberta, ontario, and british columbia... also, for icewine, the calgary stampede, the toronto maple leafs (for having the sweetest socks in the nhl), for the route 40 soup company, and everything else in turner valley (um, hello, longview beef jerky, who can't ship to the united states, but does produce the best beef jerky ever, even though i may NEVER get it again...), the toronto islands and the incredible view of the CN Tower from the ferry after sunset:


alright, i'll give it a rest on canada.... i'm just saying, it makes me happy, and it produces great things that get a bunch of good vibes going, alright? like, Black Mountain