Today is the first day of the start of my new life. Unfortunately, the new life is exactly like the previous one, only I’m one day older and put a couple extra miles on this worn out husk.
So my new thing is to start running. Maybe I can gain her respect and her heart by diving into one of her pastimes, and that is long distance running. Right now, I suppose I have little to lose, since I have yet to enjoy just being with her, hearing her dreams and goals, diving into the thoughts and ideals of this other human being. Now, I have nothing. So, I have little which can be sacrificed, nothing which can be given.
So I am more than willing to try anything to grab her attention, sacrificing the only thing I have to offer, my body, to a sport that screams at you to stop. Hmm. Maybe a marathon is the physical metaphor for this whole affair in some odd way.
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