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I don't talk about tomorrow because I want more today.  I look forward to the future.

Today is just that.  Occasionally mundane, flecks of calm in a storm of change.  Tomorrow is bright, shiny and new.

Together, we can do great things.

I still lace the shoes...

...but no longer tape the foot, eat the power bar or drink the gatoraide.

It's a sad state of affairs when I consider it an achievement to complete a slow, short run with no (additional) pain.  Don't even ask what happens when I kickbox.

This getting old thing is no fun.

Let the rest of the band go home...

This blog is dead. Whatever.

This blog used to act as my outlet. My outlet for general thoughts, (un)masked fears and my life for what it was and what it could be. Fast forward four years ...

Baby be absolutely quiet...

I did it. Yet, there is still more to do. That scares me the most.

...So some will tell you to toughen up
But this old life is all your got
How much insanity can anyone take?
It's burning down...

Tonight I return to those feelings of helplessness, slight intoxication and unrest. Except I am not helpless. I never was.

...bare feet dancing crazy

in shards of wineglasses...