2012-06-18 - 9:16 p.m.
I've been running. It's different every time I do it. When I was in high school, running for soccer was awful awful awful and then, finally, just something you did to get it over with. When I was 22, after months, I got to the point, one evening, when I liked it. And then, for some reason, I stopped. Now, my knees hurt a little more than I remember, but I feel good afterwards: used, but warm; beaten but pleased.
Also, and I promise to not do this all the time, but this one's about my dad, who, I just found out, used to run twenty miles at a time, for kicks: http://articles.baltimoresun.com/2012-06-17/news/bs-ed-fathers-day-20120617_1_dad-ferd-ford-escort
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