September 24, 2004

The lastest obsession is running, and I am going at it strong. I read, I study shelves of merchandise, I talk to 'runners' and 'joggers', and just keep looking, looking - hoping to find something on the trail, or on the court, or in the office, or at home, or at church, or in a book, or in the machine, or with new friends, or at a new place, or with a new look, or with a new interest, or with myself - that makes everything fit and not feel foreign. I am etching out my definition one failure at a time until all that is left will be what I never tried and failed.

September 24, 2004 04:45 PM