This morning I ran far and fast. I was shirtless and lithe. I hopped rocks and took corners. I was tanned by the sun and my muscles felt used. I felt young, handsome, unstoppable, charming. Yes, somehow, running made my charming.
This afternoon I was alone in my office. I went unattended. I hoped my email was dead, simply because that alternative was preferable to the knowledge that no one wanted to correspond with me. I felt tired, old, ugly, forlorn.
Thie evening I walked downtown. I had changed into nice clothes. A well-fitted shirt and my favorite blue jeans. I thought about blue jeans as America’s most valuable cultural export. I felt clever. My hair blew in the wind. I felt tan and confident again. I could have used some conversation, though.
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