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Mar. 18th, 2006 11:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
polutropeI r teh 500 champion. Oh, wow. I have a shiney, really fake looking medal for you, dear.
A girl in my group (kind of) sang the national anthem. The poor dear thinks she's a soprano, but she has no (to my untrained ear) upper register at all. There was a small group laughing at her. Quietly.
Then I went running. I like the concept of running. (Me? Quelle idée!) So I ran out under the Wisconson sky, domed like some vast celestial cathedral, to the strains of Rigoletto. In the darkness, I ran in the country on pure white snow, on a path over-arched by gloomly trees, skeletal against the sky. The stars were low and Orion was setting on the horizon, and I felt some of the joy of running that I do feel, even with all my injuries.
Petra had me sign the stupid cards they made of us at Juniors. I felt silly like woah. I also felt very silly when there were only two of the four people there were supposed to be on the podium, and the mother of one of my teammates took lots of pictures and made us get back on.
I have a thousand and a three-thousand tomorrow. I can, I think, win a thousand, but I can - perhaps - finish a three-thousand. I used to have stamina. And now I am old and decrepit. Alas, alas, for the passing of the fleeting years.
A girl in my group (kind of) sang the national anthem. The poor dear thinks she's a soprano, but she has no (to my untrained ear) upper register at all. There was a small group laughing at her. Quietly.
Then I went running. I like the concept of running. (Me? Quelle idée!) So I ran out under the Wisconson sky, domed like some vast celestial cathedral, to the strains of Rigoletto. In the darkness, I ran in the country on pure white snow, on a path over-arched by gloomly trees, skeletal against the sky. The stars were low and Orion was setting on the horizon, and I felt some of the joy of running that I do feel, even with all my injuries.
Petra had me sign the stupid cards they made of us at Juniors. I felt silly like woah. I also felt very silly when there were only two of the four people there were supposed to be on the podium, and the mother of one of my teammates took lots of pictures and made us get back on.
I have a thousand and a three-thousand tomorrow. I can, I think, win a thousand, but I can - perhaps - finish a three-thousand. I used to have stamina. And now I am old and decrepit. Alas, alas, for the passing of the fleeting years.
