[ Whatever “it” may be ]
It began some time around second grade. The souls of my feet embraced by the tightly knotted laces carried me around the circle path that had been created for us to run the mile. A new family record. He( and another day I will talk about he again) had set the record, if you will years before me. Athletic we were, still even. Running was the one thing the even to this day puts me somewhere else mentally. And each year after that I was presented with the new kid in school. The new kid that looked he just might be an alright runner, it put me in that place mentally. I can still remember asking them after a brief and nervous introduction, “so how fast can you run?” It pushed me, the legs got stronger, and pace faster. It doesn’t happen so much that way anymore. But the other day it did, and I found myself living with that feeling again. Only this time I don’t need running shoes. // It is an interesting feeling when you are in the presence of someone who knows just as you do, and wants to talk about it just as you do, but the room is too loud the look on your face mirrors theirs. He and I will talk again, perhaps when he is older, we will talk more. He will learn about what good mistakes are and we will talk. It was difficult to look him in the eye. But we will talk. // The numbers outweighed the trust in responsibility. It slipped and I don’t know where. It’s buried deep in the pile of thoughts and undigestible daily consumption of the whatevers. And it’s probably sitting on top of his god damn desk. It is my last chance. // A glass of whiskey for lunch is not such a bad idea.
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