Daily Update

I forgot to mention this yesterday, but as I was driving back from my late night USC
trip; I was waiting at a red light at the corner of Sawtelle and Santa Monica Blvd.
The left turn arrow turned green. I was in the lane next to that. the car turning
left proceeded. The white lexus to the right of me also decided to precede. Being
very consious and alert I immediatly told myself something bad was about to happen.
The car driving in the opposite direction, who had the green arrow also proceeded.
The white lexus must not have been watching the traffic, lights, or anything else,
but he decided to get right in the path of the oncoming car. the other car turning
left, crossing our lanes, also must not have been watching the retared lexus cause
they really smacked eachother, which left him laying right in front of me. I also
had flashbacks from last Feb 7th; I got really nervous, the shakes, cold sweat, etc.
I decided to avoid the whole scene and turn left myself and use the neighborhoods.
Was that wrong not to leave my information? I only would have been telling the cops
how dumb the white lexus was. Later I remembered Evan's incident and changed my
mind about what I did. I don't like thinking about car wrecks.

So I went running last night. It wasn't my normal schedule, but I was feeling
lucky.
It was weird, but I could tell this story two different ways. The night was like a
bonsi tree. The shape of the tree crown is sculpted completely differently than the
wooden structure. Now, on the surface it was a typical wonderful run. I was strong
and graceful. When people were watching I was spectacular. I contiously worked on
my form and technque. Thats what my buddy Carl Lewis told me to do. I even passed
Pony-tail girl and Hot-pants. I can't relate to the animals of the safari this
time, because deep down i was still recovering from last weeks injurys, as well as
from a solid five days of lots of sugar and food. I started as more of a victory
lap from last week's triumph, but ended quickly. The metal plate in my leg began to
ache, as well as my calf as I began running. I think in the beautiful display of
athleticism last thursday I over extrenuated the tolerance levels of that muscle,
so now I pay the price; I'm either leaping to high when I spring from step to step,
or the muscle is growing to quickly, which I can do nothing about. It was even
difficult to start, because they were filming a movie on all surrounding streets, so
they were all closed. I did pound one cookie from Diddy Reese before, but it felt
like I had just eaten a full meal after a few minutes. the only reason I can think
of is the ultra late start that I got. My hypothisis is that the level of running
skill is much like a bell curve. Although the only times I feel I have time to run
are at the beginning and end of day, a run in the middle of the day might be so
overpowering, it would be to much for words. I will put that to the test in the
following weeks.

I went over to he greenfield girls' place to watch tv and pound more sugar. I don't
know why I mess around with cookies or brownies. I'm just going to start sniffing
it or just injecting syrup into my arms.

Tomorrow i want to fly a kite. It will be fun. I will tell you all about it. You
will like it too.

Lunch was sponsored by Jamba Juice. (Breakfast was sponsored by Ralph's Bakery.)

I'm listening to The Living End currently.