Wednesday, Mar. 17 ........ 54 min
Wednesday, Mar. 17 The six hours of sleep really worked their medicine, because in sharp contrast to yesterday there was almost no pain running this morning.
I woke up at 3 a.m. to read The Royal Physician's Visit. Tomorrow night is our book group meeting, and I still have over a hundred pages to read. Reading before a long run gives me something to think about. As does memorizing poetry.
I began re-memorizing T.S.Eliot's brilliant poem, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock this morning. First stanza goes something like this:
Let us go then, you and I
Into the evening spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question.
Oh do not ask, "What is it?"
Let us go and make our visit.
In the rooms the women come and go,
Talking of Michelangelo.
Whew. Couldn't write that down without some major peeks at the crib sheet. I might have to revisit that one tomorrow morning again.
A crumpled up piece of paper with sweat-stains that caused the blue ink to run was all I had left at the end of the run. It was barely legible.
I remember memorizing poetry when the daily runs got long. I had to do something to keep my mind occupied. The Prufrock stanza really made the second half of the run fly by quickly.
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