Wednesday, November 11, 2009

An Experiment In Writing & Running

And then I ran. I ran like I never ran before. Up the hill down the hill. I didnt stop. I couldn't stop. I just kept going. ON and on I went. I didn't even stop when typing this piece. Do you know that? Wow, I'm just running. I almost wept out of happiness. I didn't know what struck me. I always imagined weeping of happiness but I didn't expect it to happen so soon. Isn't that a wonderful thing. I just ran up the steps. The orange juice was calling me. I thought of it for my entire run. It was yelling. I was running. We were in perfect unison.


















That ^ is an experiment in letting "me" write. I've always heard that we should not think and just write. Just let our fingers flow on the keyboard. Let our subconsciousness - our inner self if you will be free to play it's thoughts onto the blank page.

I just ran the furthest and the longest I have in my whole life. I feel ecstatic. Do you remember a time when you did something for the first time after working so hard for it? How often do you feel this ecstasy? A completely natural high.

Time to eat the world's longest Japanese noodles.

Ou.yang.

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