First things first. I would like to thank Tara over at DaisySmilyFace.com for hosting the linkup that seems to be taking the place of the MIA #WeekendCoffeeShare. Also, I would like to wish her well and a speedy recovery as she recovers from her break. It was my intention to join in last week, but I injured myself (more on that later) and just didn’t feel like doing anything.
With all that said, how are you all doing out there? Hopefully well. I’ve been okay, with the exception of having to learn to walk all over again. It seems that I’ve torn a calf muscle, and so I’m limping all over the place now. This does not make me happy at all, and I’ll tell you why.
Might mean beer,
Perhaps not time best used,
But the need of a mind abused.
When I look inside,
What do I see?
No place to hide,
Look at me,
I am hidden.
You can't see,
The parts forbidden.
What is Real,
What is not?
How to feel,
About my thought.
Can't you see through it all,
Can't you help, lest I fall?
Ral kept his face-plate up, allowing the cool breeze to pull the sweat from his too young face. His enemies must have thought him mad. Perhaps they were right.
Ribs crunched beneath breastplate, screams of the dying echoed across the field filling Ral’s ears with sweet music. Music that he made, with the help of the other soldiers of course, but they were secondary. He was the artist, the choreographer that put it all together and made art.
A maniacal grin split Ral’s face as he pulled his shield back from the destroyed foe, only to sweep at the man with his longsword, taking the stunned, stumbling, faceless man just beneath the helm.
If we were having coffee, we’d be drinking instant. Hey, it’s that or water. Nothing against water, but this is the #WeekendCoffeeShare, so… So I’ll get a cup of that mentioned water in the microwave, and we can get to talking.
We had a good race in Fayetteville Spartan Super this morning. It was my best time in a Super so far, finishing the 8.3 mile course which held 27 obstacles in 1:49:44. Of course I would have liked to have been faster, but what racer wouldn’t. All in all, it was a good run for me.
If we were having coffee, I’d say that it’s late and that I probably shouldn’t be drinking this as I raise cup to lip and take yet another sip. You would know that this is not the first time that I’ve indulged at too late an hour though, and tell me that I’ll be fine. And you’re probably right about that, by the way.
So, might I get you a cup of something? Coffee, tea, water, or juice? You may as well indulge with me, and follow me down the path of poor nighttime beverage decisions. Don’t worry, I’ll lead the way.
2017 is absolutely flying by. Weeks seem like days, days like minutes, and so on, and so on. I can say though, that the past week was a fairly good one as I did some of the things that I’ve been missing out on lately. Those things included writing a bit, strumming the ole guitar, running, and bike riding.