To misdiagnose the vitality of youth as an attention deficit disorder is in itself an adult adult disorder of poor judgement and more sadly, of forgoten youth and vigor ( Read more... )

Like ice melting from heavy branches
I seem to be slowly losing my grip

one drop at a time
until I come crashing down

down to the ground
down to the ground.

Every so often I feel as if full of nothing ( Read more... )

Who would have thought coaching would be as difficult an experience as I'm currently having? You'd think a good amount of pre-planning and years of running experience, some creative workouts with good results, and a few pep talks and pace chats would point right in the direction of good race performances. Not so sir, not so ( Read more... )

The computer's yellow light spilled into the dark room like the beacon from a lighthouse at night. The path around the piles of clothes and knocked over books was clear, and he drifted safely across the room toward the raised dock that would anchor his body safely home to dream on a fixed shore.

Sometimes I have certain realizations that I imagine are common for people to have. It's what I'd compare to meditation or a form of it. All day and time I'm always gathering information and putting it in, storing it, forgetting about it. Then all of a sudden some image, story, book, ect brings it back out in a new form, combined with other ( Read more... )

I have noticed an increasing use of "!" in my online conversation lately. It hasn't quite transfered over to real-life.. although the world could use a little more "!" in it I think.

I have noticed the lingering feeling that Christmas just isn't the same anymore. The warm weather and the lack of a large family are probably sufficient causes of this. I couldn't even get excited for shopping for presents this year ( Read more... )

So I was finishing my run the other day, and as I was passing one of the many softball diamonds near the outer parts of the school, I noticed a pickup oddly parked next to the last diamond. As I got closer the pick up began to pull out, then suddenly turned sharply back toward the field, spinning a little in the snow. I then watched as a black ( Read more... )

I think if you could take a picture of my imagined psyche or essence or spirit or whatever your name for it is, it would certainly have wind swept long hair, a dusty tan jacket, and faded-dirty blue jeans. And of course a pair of running shoes. Nothing fancy, just the essentials.