I took a cab up 1st avenue tonight. 2 or 3 times a week I get off at 14th and first and run up to 65th st. It’s 2.5 miles, nothing incredible, and nothing too crazy. As the cab breezed by the sidewalks I thought about the breathing, the pain, the hare krishnas to pass the time. There’s a hill on 50th street where I always give up for a bit and there are the stretches that I sprint. Tonight I thought about my body, it seemed so small, trying to be better, trying to do good as I sat in a cab at 5:30 am disgusted and impressed.
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