IN THE RAIN

I RAN THREE MILES AT 5:15AM IN THE RAIN. I RAN HARD. MY SHIRT WAS A 50/50 MIX OF RAIN AND SWEAT. IT SMELLED LIKE A MARATHON. ANOTHER PERSON I KNOW DIED YESTERDAY. WE CAN'T OUT RUN THAT. I PRAYED FOR HER FAMILY WHEN I RAN. I PRAYED FOR PEACE FOR THEM WHEN IT IS TIME FOR PEACE. IT IS NOT TIME FOR PEACE YET, JUST HURT. I AM CHRONICLING THIS JOURNEY FOR 26.2 BECAUSE IT WILL BE THE ONLY "FIRST" THAT I WILL HAVE WITH THIS. OUR WHOLE LIFE IS NOTHING MORE THAN A SERIES OF "FIRSTS" AND "LASTS". I AM REALLY DIGGING THE POETRY OF GARY SNYDER RIGHT NOW.