"Alright, let's call it a day folks," Var said. They'd already been working two and a half horvas longer than they had originally planned, and only on Var's insistence that they put in some extra work. Bes gave a relieved sigh along with a genial smile.

"Finally!" Bes said, "Almost thought you'd work us past 19 again." A couple of workas ago, Var ( Read more... )

"Where should we go today?", dad asked.

"Let's go around the world!" the boy said. Dad raised an eyebrow.

"How do you suppose we'll do that?"

"We can take a plane. You'll drive it, and I'll be in the back," the boy replied.

"Ok. I'll fly the plane, and you can get lunch ready," dad suggested. The boy raised a finger to make something clear.

"I'll ( Read more... )

A police officer shoots and kills an unarmed man. The sentence says different things to different people. Each character plays a different part to drastically different genres of story. In one, the officer is a hero doing his duty. He is faced with a difficult decision, and must weigh more than just public criticism with whatever choice he makes. ( Read more... )

I started at the top of the hill this time. While I had intentions of making this an easygoing run, I knew it would not feel very good. I hadn't been for a run in a couple months, nor had I had a chance to even fill the interregnum with yoga or alternate maintenance regimen. My mind raced with all sorts of anxieties. It has always been a theme of ( Read more... )

Initially, it felt like I'd lost something. My interest in running was not what it once was. It was worse than simply wanting to stop; I was indifferent to whether I continued, sped up, slowed down, or even completed. I continued to go through the motions, breathing and pushing my legs to keep going. A voice in my head lamented how my neglect in ( Read more... )

On both fronts, I feel surprisingly strong. While that would generally seem good, my inner connection to my body is lacking. As a result, my exercises feel oafish; almost like I am lumbering through the motions with heavy gestures. Regardless of how any of this feels, I know I need to be consistent in each effort. My current goal is to be able to ( Read more... )

Day 2: My body feels much less troubled by my re-acquaintance with yoga. After the initial shock, everything within me seems to remember how to cooperate, even though I still faced a number of challenges. I even managed to smile a few times, when I was unable to assemble a pose smoothly (smiling being one of the most challenging modifications in ( Read more... )

Conceptually, my breathing came back to me, like a healthy habit. I had no delusions of strength or tinglings of excitement; all I had, was a  curious anticipation of what was to come. Before long, my breath began to falter. The sweat on my brow was distracting. I told myself I didn't need a towel; I knew I didn't. Yet, it persisted to annoy me. My ( Read more... )

I looked out the window at the certainty of the rain. It sent anxiety through my body; my senses were asking why I considered biking in such a torrent. There wasn't any choice, so I strapped on my helmet and let the natural shower come down on me. As I sped down 1st St, drops pelted my face and body like delicate shards of ice. My shoes, my shirt, ( Read more... )

 I can feel a lot of my body. Yesterday's 10k was like a splash of cool water, reminding me of what it feels like to be alive and active. I was glad to find that I kept a consistent pace through the entire race. I also liked the variety that intermediate-class runners come in; Some are fierce-looking athletes, while others appear to run mostly on ( Read more... )