6 4 2015 - Chapter 17 - Training Harder Makes Us Stronger
6 4 2015
Training Harder Makes Us Stronger
The measure of who we are is what we do with what we have.
boots—laced. socks—yanked. calves, thighs, quads— stretched in haste— then stretched.
afternoon was at large but sunshine on this day kept burning bright and hot.
day for a picnic, he thought, and figured he ought go.
but o… traffic… everywhere… always… 2 mph gridlock… ny city landscape…
rushhour’d arrived early. with only those imaginary bike lanes open wide. the bikers were there but got out the way as soon as the horse drawn chariot clip-clopped up the center spot.
afterall, horses had no chance to wait on city traffic. had whips on their hides. nickels and dimes of time at stake. + those drivers got their kicks passing bus by maserati, taxi after taxi, magically— the young son aboard the chariot lights up—
as open-mouth pointing on blondyn— sprinting traffic— froggerin’ in + out (swift regardin’) leaving n'even Shadow Ego a chance to catch darkness on the quick of the kid’s step— just how blondyn got round.
kid was committed opted for thorough training. iron’d creases day in + out and time to time, flew handlebars. knew what ground tasted like. didn’t like it one bit. and to keep far from kept going.
he was swinging stride on the River Path that ran towards the waterfront park as conversation carried on in the Chariot yonder back—
“Where’s he going?” asked Son, “Jus’ Free,” said Pops, “But what’s he after?” asked Son, “Mostly Destiny,” said Pops, “And what’s he rocking?” asked Son, “Whole Lotta Love,” said Pops, “As well some other things…”
at present was a podcast— Greek / Roman Mythology.