I ran four times eight minutes this morning, almost effortlessly. Not bad after six or so weeks huh? Next time it'll be twelve minutes, we're on our way to continuous, I can't wait. (And I can't wait running with my own music, god, this podcast...) It does make me awful tired though, at two this afternoon I made myself coffee, I never do that. And now it's a quarter to nine and Michiel is snoring on the couch behind me. Neighbour Paul complained about that too the other day, the early nights after a morning run. But all my muscles start to feel nice and tight, and I am imagining it is visible.
Posted by eliane at October 9, 2008 08:52 PMIt wasn't exactly LSD. Nobody knew what that was in the fifties, not even the kids. Donald gets drugged with plain old ether, and has visions of the town very much like yours:
http://img373.imageshack.us/my.php?image=donald01nq6.jpg
http://img253.imageshack.us/my.php?image=donald02pe1.jpg
Fantastic!! Those are the ones, thank you!!
Posted by: eliane at October 10, 2008 07:45 AM