Helped someone move a piano last Saturday and strained my legs a little (muscles were cold w/ no light lifting to warm up with). Feel good now, so went for a run tonight.
Was Happy to have my wife with me. She runs faster than I do at these shorter distances, so I have to try to keep up. Pushes me a bit. But when we run the longer distances, I can pace myself through it until she slows down. Or maybe she's just being kind (?!) ;-)
"Days go by without a single bowl of food;
Whom can I ask for one?
At night my tattered rags fail to cover me,
But there is no way to patch the rents.
Each passing rain
Ages the crimson of the flowers;
The willows are tricked by the wind,
And their green gradually droops.
Man has no second chance at youth;
He grows old. The aged song thrush
Warbles again when spring has come,
But time does not revert to the past.
Oh, how I yearn for the days that are gone!
What would I do to recapture the past!"
-- Sekidera Komachi (Noh Play) by Seami; trans. by Donald Keene/Karen Brazell
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