Sunday, November 19th, 2006
It was Saturday, November 18th.
The afternoon breeze lapped the suburbs like a cat at it's milk bowl.
I was dressed in my red shorts and white tank-ready to head out the door for an easy 10k.At least,that is until I got to the hallway.
That's where it all fell apart.
Up until that point my resolve had been strong,but,every ounce of strength I had ebbed away within the blink of my eye,the stroke of my tongue along my lips as my eyes rested on your inviting form.
Yeah, I weakened.Maybe I've always been weak.Maybe what people say is true.
I've been around the block a few times.I'm no angel.But still,I thought I could walk past.
I hated the touch. I could feel myself still trying to resist,however weakly,as you approached my moistened mouth.
But I didn't stop.
When you finally entered me, I was completely yours.
It was over as soon as it started,and after some minor adjustments, I was out the door,back,I thought, to my cool and steely disassociation.
It was nothing-just a momentary lapse-it meant nothing.
But no further had I taken 20 steps,and I felt the unease creep in.
WHY hadn't I resisted?
WHY did I have to give myself so willingly,so compliantly.
WHY couldn't I at least have waited.Letting the thoughts bubble and perculate that maybe I didn't want/need you.
WHY OH WHY CAN'T I QUIT YOU!
With my heart,heavy with dread,and my stomach turning,I knew that,that crazy dichotomy that is you-your luscious sweetness partnered with your firm exterior,is something that will always bring me to my knees.
But I ran.Yeah,I ran till I felt you no more.
I ran,till you were completely out of my system!
GONE I TELL YA..GONE!
And you know what else? When I got home,I ate the last of the fruit mince pies so that never again, would I be tempted to eat another one before a run and feel nauseated for 6km's.NEVER AGAIN!!
Next time,I'll eat it 30 minutes before my run.
The afternoon breeze lapped the suburbs like a cat at it's milk bowl.
I was dressed in my red shorts and white tank-ready to head out the door for an easy 10k.At least,that is until I got to the hallway.
That's where it all fell apart.
Up until that point my resolve had been strong,but,every ounce of strength I had ebbed away within the blink of my eye,the stroke of my tongue along my lips as my eyes rested on your inviting form.
Yeah, I weakened.Maybe I've always been weak.Maybe what people say is true.
I've been around the block a few times.I'm no angel.But still,I thought I could walk past.
I hated the touch. I could feel myself still trying to resist,however weakly,as you approached my moistened mouth.
But I didn't stop.
When you finally entered me, I was completely yours.
It was over as soon as it started,and after some minor adjustments, I was out the door,back,I thought, to my cool and steely disassociation.
It was nothing-just a momentary lapse-it meant nothing.
But no further had I taken 20 steps,and I felt the unease creep in.
WHY hadn't I resisted?
WHY did I have to give myself so willingly,so compliantly.
WHY couldn't I at least have waited.Letting the thoughts bubble and perculate that maybe I didn't want/need you.
WHY OH WHY CAN'T I QUIT YOU!
With my heart,heavy with dread,and my stomach turning,I knew that,that crazy dichotomy that is you-your luscious sweetness partnered with your firm exterior,is something that will always bring me to my knees.
But I ran.Yeah,I ran till I felt you no more.
I ran,till you were completely out of my system!
GONE I TELL YA..GONE!
And you know what else? When I got home,I ate the last of the fruit mince pies so that never again, would I be tempted to eat another one before a run and feel nauseated for 6km's.NEVER AGAIN!!
Next time,I'll eat it 30 minutes before my run.
posted by Wanda Ring at 3:16 PM
3 Comments:
As far as addictions go - mince pies are a new one for me. I like the strength of your resolution - eating 30 mins before you go out. That's the spirit! Who said you can't have your cake and eat it too?
What the heck is mince pie?? Is that some commie food thing?
taggie
It's amazing to me that a non-American such as yourself has so successfully captured the spirit of the Thanksgiving holiday...DanQ
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