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literally ran to the bank with 30
franklins to deposit. nothing like jogging
with a large amount of cash to pep up your
pace. but! i took precautions in case i
dropped them, stuffed in envelope with REWARD!
& phone number sharpie'd in childish
scrawl. naive, perhaps, but i assume there are
others out there
like me. the point is moot. i made it
fine. the sun was so shiny, bright and almost
hot, 48 degrees, passed some and was in turn
passed by them when i ran out of gas. it
didn't matter. i ran/walked all the way to my
secret
oasis where i lifted weights, swam,
soaked, and stretched in the steamroom. i've
really let myself go, forgot how much i like
and need exercise. working construction, i
fool myself into thinking that feeling worked
at the end of the day is analogous to physical
fitness, but that's just beating yourself up,
wearing out specific parts, whereas a more
balanced regimen induces a fullbody feeling of
wellness and strength. there's a reason they
call it work. to be healthy under capitalism
is a luxury i can barely afford.
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