05-27-05| 12:59 am

Somewhere, some book. "If you're breathing, you have stress."

Running, running, running. The sound of my breath on a steady count of one, two, three, exhale. Keep running past the mailbox, run up the hill, run the last stretch. Keep running. Every aspect of my life is in upheaval, one, two, three, exhale. Strong enough to finish this lap, strong enough to handle every single thing that comes your way.

Sometimes I'm only casually observing the way my life is lived.