red raw. pry-bar. black eye. blue sky.

the other day, which was yesterday, i turned 31. i went running for 3 hours and 3 minutes; which culminated into the longest run of my lifetime. 18.8miles. let's call it 19. feel like rounding. Speaking of that, i wouldn't mind stumbling upon some old Math text books. i'm older now and that sounds entertaining. free time sounds entertaining. I also wouldn't mind looking like a math teacher. Been gelling my hair for a few months now. maybe 6, and finally Jenna tells me the other day that i look like a mechanic. It wasn't a compliment, but i thought it was. The other reference was Michael Douglas in Wall Street. Also apparently not intended for a compliment. But it is, you know, to me....and i'm feeling pretty great about myself. Even with my blue eye. I'm squinting a bit. i hit myself in the eye today with a pry-bar. I hope it turns black. The past month has been black, like the hole you fall into and forget about the land where you came from. Being a dad again has pushed all my limits. Including and not limited to my perception of goodness. Eden has super-sized it. all my girls have. been also raw. red raw, like the rash on my backside from running too long. strangely, i feel the angst encouraging athletic prowess. If you saw me exasperated and texting on E street, i was updating Jenna on my progress as the hill crept up, "E St. Oh hell!" Augustella wore a pink sweatshirt today and pounded nails alongside of me with a plastic hammer - while covered in dirt. . Her mind must have been bending when i showed that she now had access to jon and emily's yard. She disappeared and then reappeared sucking on some blue plastic propane lid that i'd never seen before. what a scavenger. we tore that fence down together, and despite the unpleasant weight of living i feel semblance of something that seems like building blocks.
red raw. pry bar. black eye. blue sky.