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white, wet powder brings a capitol to pause. 3 days of education   at the mall   home   and on the very streets of icy peril. lights are doubled in the dark. shoes break the bearier. those with garages live large.

i was asked to share regarding a pair running shoes i picked up nearly a year ago. i'm all about pleasing the people. after a couple years of running, here are a few of my shoe observations: shoes and injury are siblings. and if you spent time in arkansas (or in west virginia for my rva friends), you know how special the sibling relationship can really be. running shoes have a shelf life, rather a half-life.  you can run x00 miles in a pair before you hang them up, but they are still good to do stuff. but shoes, like people, can loose that loving feeling. things and shoes cost money. i realize that many people are not into the pay to run thing. all good. i'm down with fiscal responsibility, fewer regulations and the gospel. neon colors are totally in right now. it's safe; it's fun; it's a reminder that the 80's were really on to something. patches o'houlihan said running is all about: sweat, water, salt, bananas. and sweat. cracked sidewalks, ar

i recently inserted myself into a conversation- turning the attention to the (im)morality of natural state mega-store. or was it to myself? irony defined. im a fool. not for my ideals, but because i scarred sacred dinner with words more fit for pubs than friends. my apologies. the lasagna was actually fantastic. ive drank much- from the well of wendell, but ive had little from his table. ive romanticized the farmer, the worker and my own mind. goliath still wrong. but im not david nor a smooth stone. keep your head down man. work. listen. breathe and please don't talk. instead enjoy seconds. for the joy comes in the morning.