treadmill

8 miles on a treadmill is a breeze with the Matrix on TV. i only fell off the back once and crammed into the front handle a few more times than that...good thing the empty room sparred me of much embarrassment. i made sure i found a java shake to replenish the fluids before i hunkered down in the closest sports bar for the Packer game. note...i didn't want local ale to be the first thing in my body for the day...especially after a run. not ready for that kind of statement... yet! day off in albuequerque. been to this down many times before. just never to this part, wherever this is. you kinda just arrive in some dark corner of parking lot, behind another marriot, next door to another hyatt - piece barrings together and meander. Bob Seering and i texted back and forth while he was watching the pack face to face, and i was watching Lambeau through a porthole, from another world. i feel no guilt from watching so much football. i put on the winter parka and tried walking the mall with Big Sur, but fittingly, my hands froze. finally i found a corner somewhere to read Kerouac out loud. That's were poet's beam, in the articulation of words. got a good shower, even put some conditioner in the hair, so it's a fluff ball. i keep looking at pictures of Augustella and dreaming of her chants. I want Eden singing in my arms. I want Jenna's hands in mine. sorry to share so many intimate leadings with internet eyes. with digitized beings. i can't help it.