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in the morning i wake up at 11. no, actually i don't. my alarm goes off at 11. but i'll sleep in for another half hour most days. or if i've been out drinking the night before i'll just stay in bed until 1. but on most days i haven't been out drinking. so i get out of bed and i go to the bathroom and i put on my workout clothes, socks, running shoes. then i go to the river. it's three blocks away and i have to pass through a big intersection. it has a walking light that, when it turns green, has a vertical line of triangles that disappear one by one, top to bottom, to let you know how much time you have until the traffic comes through again. right before i make it down to the river i have to make a choice between three things. when i first started running i was only doing choice number one, which was to take the ramp down and turn right, going past a couple of groups of public workout machines onto a wooden boardwalk. the boardwalk lines the bluff above the river, right next to the highway. the cars are actually pretty close and i can just imagine how much gunk is getting into my lungs. when i first started running i was only running at intervals because i would get a side ache easily. walk for a minute, run for three, repeat. but anyway now i can just keep running without stopping and i hardly ever take choice number one. lately i've been doing choice number two, which is taking the bridge across the river to the south bank. there's a park on top of the bridge and as i near the midway point the city opens up around me. the hangang shimmers under the wide blue sky and the sun is never obscured. but the other day i took choice number three. i went down the same ramp as choice number one but turned left. the path went gradually down, down until i was running practically at the water's edge. there are no cars around there because the road is right above the path. there are huge concrete columns rooted into the shore that hold up the road. everything is peaceful and calm there. the dusk wrapped itself around me. i wanted to keep going and going but it was getting darker and chillier so i doubled back. on my way home i saw some stairs and i wondered where they led. so i went up and there was a small park that had some benches. it looked like the kind of place where homeless people would hang out but there was nobody around. it was so curious and concealed. i was thinking how sad it was that it wasn't summer because i'd love to take my friends there and hang out with some bottles of booze.

revival

this blog has been dead for a long time, but it is my truest blog. i have a tumblr, i have another blog that my family reads. but this blog was my vent in college. it's been almost two years and i need a vent again. i'm at a point in my life where i want to figure out, or at least come closer to figuring out, what i want to do. i have many interests just like the next person, but it seems the thing i enjoy the most is walking (or running) around the city aimlessly. i'm damn good at it, too. how do i make a career out of that?