Celebration Sweat

Sometimes I find intriguing things while I’m out on a run and I can’t carry them home. Like the mold growing on this Saint. Or the ruffles growing on this tree stump. Or the sofa growing on this curb. It was a celebration run so I saw the whimsy in everything. My dog got the…

Three Days Of Stink Turned Pink

I got to sneak out for run early this morning. It was the first run I’ve had all week. There’s a crisis in the Mercy household. El Doggo had a medical emergency over the weekend. I came home from playing tennis and found him in distress. On Sunday. On Mother’s Day. There were no emergency…

Down On The Corner

It’s been a few runs since I posted any of the myriad of things I find while out on an average day’s run. I believe the last one was the skull I found right outside my front gate. This morning’s finds were less intriguing than a skull but still amusing. Well, one of them was…

Harbinger Of An Unknown Conclusion

Look what I found while running today. It was right outside the gate to my property. Spotted it upon my return. Must have missed it on my first pass. I assume it was once a hawk. That’s just a guess though. We also have an eagle sanctuary nearby. There were no other bones around (and…

Thunder Road

A long time ago I stopped a man from raping me by screaming at him so violently that I scared him. He had a loaded gun but I scared him. I watched him chamber a round. He held me down so hard the police took photos of the bruises on my biceps when it was…

Dead Man’s Curve

Midweek run in the blackness. So still and clear you’d never guess a hurricane was coming. Bronco tried to run me down. Forced me off the road and into a field. Taillights mean and mocking. Two figures crossed my path half a block away, tethered to smaller creatures. All four glided past, gauzy under the…

Holiday Road

Labor Day. Second run of the season. Around the neighborhood. This is what I found: 26 cents and a nub of blue sidewalk chalk. This is a clear indicator that the spirit folk in my neighborhood are in need of some structure. Some direction. And they were willing to pay me for my time but…

Copperhead Road

It’s not every running season that starts with a snake encounter. I say starts because I start again in September after taking a break for the month of August. Since September 1st fell on a Saturday I made the first run of the season a trail run. Just a short one but long enough to…

Running In The River Not Running

I just remembered I did not post a Work Release post for June. I’ll just have to let it go. Not that I haven’t been working, of course. I’ll give you instead some things I’ve been working on this week. This is part of a mural near the farmer’s market in Mercyburg. I remember when…

Today’s Wellness Brought To You By The Number Eight

I go on and on about how wellness is work. It doesn’t just happen. We have to work at it. And we’re never done. We never arrive at wellness. We practice it, or more to the point, we practice its maintenance. This morning’s work was not a run. The work was getting myself out the…

Making It Up To Me

May is the month I make the switch from evening runs to early morning runs. Mercyburg bakes, steams, and fries all my tender tissues from June to October. Running in the morning is my primary method of management. Last week I made my only self-portraits attempts immediately after my morning runs, while my light-up armbands…

This Frag Has Been Offered Severance

I’m very close to the end of the surplus frags, y’all. I’ve got one more after this and then you’ll be lucky to see more than one per week. It required perseverance to get through them all. No, that feels like a lie. I like the word by definition but my brain hears the severe…