I sent two poems to the Poetry Society of Virginia contest. Yay me.
I ran, er, jogged, er, jogged-slash-walked 2 miles yesterday in my first group run/jog/walk for the 10K. "This is not a contest," they said at the introduction. I do not care. Of the 35 or 40 participants in the middle running group (which spans from a woman who said, "My longest run is only four miles" to another woman who said, "Uh, wait, we're going to start running today?"), I finished my 2 miles faster than nine of them. Ha. Yay people slower than me. (It was probably because my Iowa self was more used to the sub-zero-temperatures-[in-Centigrade-that-is].) My goal is to keep on staying ahead of nine or 10 people in every run. That will make me happy. That and doing my best. Yes. All I need is to do my best. Of course. Right.
oh so lovingly written by
Matthew |
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
