On One Hand

June 5, 2008

On the Mountain

Filed under: Uncategorized — ononehand @ 8:39 pm

I just said fuck the shin splints and ran from my house to Chataqua and up the trail there till the trees start.

It had been raining all day and it was chilly, but wow, I never realized how far you can see from up on that mountain.

Man cannot conquer the wilderness – we are the wilderness, and above it is no triumph, only freedom.

The garden of eden is a palm-sized plot inside my belly. It whispers, swish, swish, swish.

Oh god oh god my calves hurt.

That was just the most pleasurable glass of water I’ve tasted in my life.

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4 Comments »

  1. Having a string of Whitmanesque moments, eh?

    Comment by timberwolves — June 6, 2008 @ 3:21 am | Reply

  2. I’m incredibly jealous — best I get to do is run along sewage tainted rivers.

    Comment by usp121sgn — June 6, 2008 @ 8:57 am | Reply

  3. Man I wish I was up there with yeah…I’ve never been to the Rockies, but I will make it there soon.

    Comment by bon_homme_dane — June 6, 2008 @ 6:00 pm | Reply

  4. Water really does have a more meaningful taste to it after jogging in the wilderness.

    Your entry is refreshing.

    Comment by eugenionni — June 9, 2008 @ 2:32 am | Reply


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