Wednesday, July 26, 2006

yet to exhale

Still the recurring dream of pressing the brake and finding the speed won't cease. Still tearing gaps, mindlessly yet deliberately.

I miss competition more and more.

But whatever you call this line, I'm living it.

Friday, July 21, 2006

las manos de Dios
I have climbed the highest mountains
I have run through the fields...

Saturday, July 08, 2006


As much mental as it is physical, and I love it.

"What's next?" I ask eagerly.

"You're crazy!" they exclaim.

I'm just as sore as the rest of you, and my muscles begin to tremble. But I need this. I need to push until I feel ready to collapse. I don't collapse (well, maybe sometimes, but not for long and usually from laughter). I recover. I become stronger. If you work hard now, it will come more easily later. Don't you see?

Twenty minutes down, twenty-five to go...that's like an easy day of cardio.

Thus she breathes against the humidity, swipes at webs and insects, and continues to tread over the dirt and sand.

And when you take a step out of the technical gymnastics mentality, aren't handstands just so fun and whimsical?