Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it’s all right
Yesterday morning I woke up with a sense of hope.
Hope that things were gonna turn around. Hope that the sun was rising.
In the morning I met with an old friend. Not getting into too much detail, but there’s a distinct possibility that I may be starting a new path in 2011. I am excited at the prospect. In the evening, on the way to have some sushi, the Beatles’ “Here Comes the Sun” came on the radio. I smiled.
Yes, here comes the sun.
Over dinner, we ate a lot, shared some sake. I filled my belly with amaebi (sweet raw shrimp), deep fried shrimp heads and plenty of uni (sea urchin guts)…mmmmm!
Upon returning home, having put the kids to bed, I looked at my beautiful wife.
She was spent.
So, I sent her off to bed and…
As I stepped into the cool night air I could feel myself wake up.
My belly protested. Sake and sushi, especially my choice of sushi, aren’t exactly power running foods. Shoot! They are any kind of running foods!
My legs, though still a little creaky from New York, pleaded with me to let them go.
I forced them to start slowly…
…but I couldn’t hold them back for long. It was time to go. In the dark I couldn’t see my watch. I tapped it every time I hit what I knew to be a mile, but I was essentially running naked. It was a wonderful freeing feeling.
Returning to my front door, I tapped my watch one last time. 29:17 for 4 miles, with steady negative splits (8:00 / 7:27 / 7:07 / 6:40).
This on a half a bottle of sake and a boatload of sushi.
…yes, yesterday was a good day.