What to say?

I’ve run about 24 miles already this week and my week begins at Friday sunset.  Why Friday sunset?  It’s when I can begin  to become accountable once again for my naughtiness after a full-fledged week of frickin’ work.

I figure if I lose my job and become unemployable or if I retire now and latch onto a vector of yet unforeseen sustainability, I could run and reach even the furthermost locations within the continental US before the onset of winter.  Just me.  Just spirit.  And flesh.  Screw the bureau-mechanical inter-nonincediaries.

Have I ever mentioned that I’ve already, in my life, run an accumulated distance in excess of the equatorial circumference of the Earth?  Undoubtedly, I have. But if I was Jovian, I’d have not a fruckin' thing to boast about.   Perhaps the haven of braggarts is precisley a mentally squashable and manageable such circumstance?

Yet miles peeled off upon super-tech sneakers are just micrometers of callous upon the soles of one’s step-addicted feet.  More to the unspoken vibrancy that claims our every now,  whom have I loved lately?  Let’s get super-planetary and delve into the core of red-giant exceedingly numinous all-spectrum heart-n-soul devotions, aye?

Yes or no?  -yes-  or a variety of ‘no’ (know, knoll, noh, noel) ?

It’s always the Golden Eternity.