Que Pasa? The Summer Heat and Writer's Block

It's been some time since I have paid attention to this neglected blog.    The summer heat and the profuse sweat that drenches me forces the mind to focus on wiping the stinging salty stuff from my eyes.  Unlike jogs in the brisk fall weather or the very cool winter clime, summer runs are strictly about survival. But every summer run is a vindication that the mind can conquer the elements, and that a drenching run is more cleansing than a winter run can ever be.  

The three mile jog still divides itself into three stages.  The first mile, is just to clear the mind of yesterday's blues.  The second mile is a focus on the day's problems.  And the third mile is where the mind opens up to the soul, and a peace descends on my soul.

I have felt this high since I started jogging when I was 12 years old.  43 years later I am still addicted to this running drug.  I don't run as far or as fast.  But I run.  And therefore, I am.