Today feels like a rare day where I had every bit of freedom to get my weekly duties done and have time for absolutely nothing but enjoyment. It's now 7:34 PM, and I don't feel guilt slouching in the back of my brain. If I was always free from that feeling in my life, I wonder if I'd cherish it? Any who, you know the drill; I've just repositioned the chair and cracked my knuckles.
See my current ecosystem.
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| The Tristatorium |
I had programmed my day to not go out, but I ended up venturing into the thunderstorm for some pho on Greenville around 5:00PM. The window seats at this spot faces on-going traffic, and something about the inconsistent white noise that cars make as they pass large puddles sounded appealing so I went with it (also because the last small table I had my eyes on was taken by the person who ordered in front of me).
What I've always liked about rainy days is that makes the world shimmer. We suddenly get an infinite amount of polished mirrors in places we never expect. I'll take different perspectives all day.
While I was sipping some caldito, I thought, in another life, maybe I'd be a man in Vietnam who owns a pho joint by the sea. I'd want it to feel like Novacane by Frank Ocean. Not sound... feel. I imagine tints of tiger orange stroked around the spot as well.
Anyway, I'm hoping the pho carbs find their way to my legs for tomorrow's long run. Guero and I are scheming 14 in total. Commencing with 7 around white rock, and the last 7 inside the Lakewood area for some hills. If we die, we die going up.
Shine on,
Erik T.
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