Entries from October 2008

October 31, 2008

after the race is before the flight

I didn’t believe it would change a thing. But I did it anyway. I had Esme’s number registered for a marathon result service, and so she got a message from me. But I got a reaction after all.

October 29, 2008

please don’t (10-28, 22:56)

no no more.no I just cant

October 29, 2008

MarathonSMS (10-28, 13:04)

Congratulations!
Nr 29458 Runner
Mick
Net: 03:48:53
Pos: 9615 Class: M40
11,08 km/h
5:25 min/km

October 28, 2008

the loneliness of the long-distance runner

It has been a row of dull days rolling by like a bunch of waves bored from weeks of traveling across the endless oceans. Work didn’t make life more endurable, only slower. Weather was cool, as it always is before the final weekend of this month. Then, it tends to warm up out of nothing.
Reason [...]

October 23, 2008

dead man walking

I don’t know how often I have died by now.
I’ve died because I did what I did, because I said what I said, or because I did’t do what I probably should’ve done, or didn’t say what I should’ve said. I’ve died because you said what you said, or did what you did, or didn’t [...]

October 22, 2008

you’ve got mail (10-22, 18:28)

hey esme, took me a while to answer your text message. did it by mail, hope you can access it. please do. yours, mick

October 22, 2008

no coff?

Wanting to see you is not about lies, Esme. It is about us. It is about what we felt for each other, and about what I still feel for you. It is not about promises, it is about hopes. And about a dream.  

October 22, 2008

no other way out of it (10-22, 03:10)

What was I even thinking when telling you to come over it is not going to change anything!

October 21, 2008

a box of chocolate

Went running today. I felt so stiff, so tight. Couldn’t breathe right, like there was a ring of steel around my chest. I needed to clear out my brains, too much thinking trash which has accumulated there in the corners.
Too much chocolate, too, sticking to my hips.

October 20, 2008

love unplugged

It’s only 13 more days. It’s only 13 more days before I’ll touch ground in V., before I will be close to Esme again, see her again, talk to her again. 13 more days. How shall I live through them? I spend my time trying not to think about this, hunting for a hotel on [...]