If I don’t have anything to post, no new updates other than the same old, same old, is it really a new post?
Because the lingering issues continue to linger. The unknown unknowable future remains unknown. The malaise and lackadaisical melancholy persists lackadaisically.
Sunday I fly to Salt Lake City to run the Desert News Classic Marathon on Monday morning. I’m nervous about it, more than I usually am for a run. I’m sure I’ll get through it, but I’m not sure it’ll be fun to do.
And all I can see in my head is that scene from “The Replacements” (2000):
Shane Falco: You’re playing and you think everything is going fine. Then one thing goes wrong. And then another. And another. You try to fight back, but the harder you fight, the deeper you sink. Until you can’t move… you can’t breathe… because you’re in over your head. Like quicksand.
So quicksand is what I’m thinking about, what I’m worried about, what may become my self-fulfilling prophecy.
Troubling times to be sure.