I Quit
I'm saying "I Quit" a lot these days.
I have no idea what it is that I'm quitting. It's not my job - that's going fine, although
part of my job is the commute, and that I could quit most riki-tiki.
This morning I stopped and put gas into my truck (I am driving the car because I've busted
out the zippers on my chaps, with my big ol' thunder thighs. I get the chaps back tomorrow).
So while I was gassing up the car, I decided to clean the windshield, because the goo on
my windshield glared up in the morning sun during my long, long long commute.
I had my sunglass clip-ons on my glasses, so I took off my glasses and put them on the hood
of the truck while I gassed and cleaned the windshield - I couldn't see through the clip ons.
You all know what happened then :)
The first half-mile of my run this morning was back and forth and all around the gas station,
looking for my glasses, or what was left of them. Never found 'em. They weren't turned in.
I quit. I don't know what I quit - wearing glasses? driving the car? cleaning the windshield?
- but whatever it is, I quit. I'm giving notice. I'm throwing in the towel, hanging up the shoes.
I'm WEAK - Ethel thinks that I might have
Valley Fever. I don't know, but I do know that trying
to run 10 minute pace wears me out. Three miles this morning felt like an eternity. And I wasn't
able to lift anything, either. Last night I was supposed to go lift, and I just sat there.
I quit. I don't know what I'm quitting - running? lifting? any activity more vigorous than eating?
- but whatever it is, I quit. I've had it. I'm through. I'm not wasting any more energy on anything.
The pic above is a sunset across Sedona - we took a hike up there a month or so ago. It's a nice,
restful scene - the kind of scene that you'd like to see while in your rocking chair on your front
porch. Unfortunately, when we saw this scene, we had another two miles of downhill to hike :)
I quit. I don't know what I'm quitting - doing? trying? the eternal cycle of birth, life, death?
- but whatever it is, I quit. If the reincarnationists are right, then there's gonna be trouble
in Heaven when they try to send me back for my next go-round. I'll refuse. I won't go :)
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