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3 weeks til Boston, we’re tapering

In Delaware Park, where it seems I run nearly all of my runs, including today’s blissful 12 miler, everybody seems to know your name.  Buffalo’s running community, though relatively small, is arguably among the country’s most vibrant and passionate - that according to no less than Runner’s World’s estimable Bart Yasso.  And on a sunny spring afternoon like today, you will run into at least a couple of runners you know at the park, I ran into four and we had the typical runners’ conversation, ‘nice race Sunday, what are you running next, the…’ as we ran by one another.  Lots of other people out, walkers, strollers, bicyclists, tennis players…

The arms and legs felt like they were recovering from Sunday’s Half, much better than during yesterday’s 9 miles.  Looking at a 5k this weekend to stay sharp.

I am entirely unashamed to say that when teenaged Gerec first read Stephen King’s ‘It’ at the tender age of fourteen, I stopped walking over sewer grates (actually I crossed the road to avoid them if at all possible) for years afterwards. 

I had since forgotten what utterly irrational, bone chilling horror feels like - the kind of fright that only your vivid imagination can properly bring to life. But then I watched the trailer for the new movie today and I’m just:

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Originally posted by leatherjacketrenegade67

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.