Sunday, June 10, 2007

I went on a five-mile run tonight; it took me an hour and I felt like I ran a marathon. There were some nice moments, though. I ran past my old house and through my old neighborhood, which of course got me thinking a lot about how things have changed over the years. Drizzle marked miles one, three, and four and a half, while I got to listen to a pianist practicing what sounded like Handel in the living room as I jogged by. I smelt new pine growing in, woodlands along the side of the road rotting, life fading away and renewing itself, and I thanked God for the existence of grey New England twilights like this.

Sunday, June 03, 2007

Right on the Money?

Just so I have this down somewhere as proof: Yale and Wisconsin crews are on the rise. I predict both programs to have a place on the medals stand at IRA's for the V8 in the next two to three years.