  Its funny, you all. How long have I been complaining that I would be fine if only I was able to run? How many years has it been since I was my super-fit self? Im going to guess its about three years now that I injured my spine. And ever since then Ive been kept off the streets, kept in resignation mode with a broken body. Two days now Ive gone for a run. I cant tell you how much saner I feel. Like, energetic, talkative, confident, happy and of course, Im in total pain. Walking gingerly down stairs (oddly, going up them uses different muscles) with aching quads, limping a touch from an ankle thats as swollen as a baseball (and fucking killing me as I sit, the blood rushing into it), and continually stretching a back that feels tight (however limited to muscular strain).
It hurts so good! Its the good hurt Ive missed. I have to take today off to get the swelling down, sure. But Im all set to get out there again tomorrow and up my distance a half mile. Slow beginnings, big goals. Breakfast with Bryan at this shit hole in old San Marcos. Some pit that I didnt even have to ask the question, did this used to be a Boll Weevil? We ate omelets and talked about American foreign policy and the upcoming elections spent a little while musing over the paradox of the American legal system and the tenets of the Bill of Rights in light of queer justice and equal treatment.
You know, surrounded by folks in their formal sweatpants eating steak and eggs with eyes glued to FOX news in place of making conversation. I havent been writing as much these days. On account of having been sick as well as the added work load being out for a week left me with. Im not nearly done with the 300+ pages I needed to have read for my Woolf class tonight. I feel so much pressure to be 100% prepared.
Yet Im not the only one, I know, and I have a valid excuse for being a little behind. A fabulous dream about Hayton was interrupted in medias res this morning when the phone rang. A hotel room in Barbados it was lovely. Of course I couldnt fall back asleep and resume the fantasy where I left off. So tragic to have my only sex life derailed like that. Smoking log: 10 days, baby. 
