I Have Nothing Witty To Say

All apoligies will be accepted if you dear reader understand the froth being emited from my mouthpiece. The electronic etchings transmitted from my brain to your visual state of being applies to my current, yet part of my sporatic interests.... running and music. I will delve into other areas, such as how much I like biking food and nutrition, maybe even politics, film, or whatever is captured inside my neurons!

Running, cycling, writing and music is a spiritual uplifting to me. You see, all these functions help me almost forget what is going on in my everyday life.... NO, No, No; I am not being irresponsible. Sometimes you have to kiss good-bye the routines of life, the troubles, or whatever troubles penetrate your over busy brain.

Running is a great way to leave myself to forget everything around me and yet at the same time, focus on every breath, every stride, and every observation good enough to break my usual concentration. No, I do not plug myself in via I-pod or any other inescapable electronic devices on these trecks. Reason? It is the pace of my life, the pace of my feet carrying me mile after mile, while the oversized gps afixed to my wrist guides me by didgits. Getting home is stretching time while turning on what ever sort of musical vibrations happens to capture my spirit. Later on, my acoustic guitar might violate my kid's airspace, telling me in a pleaful manner to leave their eardrums alone.

Running and music is what I am. Being witty is not on this page today.