For whatever reason, as I was walking Trotter last night and we hit the local park near us -- Chess Park, so named for the large chess pieces -- I had a thought:
You know, I really should be running.
Mind you, I was wearing my three-sizes-too-big camo shorts -- heretofore known as the Mystery Fat Guy Shorts -- and a pair of old running shoes that had been relegated to Honey-Do shoes, mainly because I needed shoes that I didn't mind getting all stained with grass or paint. They offer no arch support and basically exist to keep me from becoming a southern stereotype when in public.
So I started running. Of the 1.5-mile course that makes up our nightly Adventure Walks, I probably ran 60 percent of it, with a two-block walk in between to make sure that when I died of a heart attack, I'd be walking slowly when it happened, and thus my body would fall gracefully to the pavement. Less chance of scuffmarks, you see, as my motto has always been "Life very slowly and leave a good looking, slightly overweight, somewhat pimply corpse."
The run went well, but I remembered why I tend to exercise (if at all) before 7 p.m. -- I was wired. Awake. 12:30 rolled around and I had no desire to sleep. But I did, which was very restless and filled with bizarre dreams about ... well, I won't get into too much detail, but they weren't pleasant. I woke up cranky and sore, which I guess is a good thing, because if I'm ever going to win the Music City Marathon, I've got to start somewhere.
5.11.2009
Chess Park Chairs
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one thought on that photo -- If I hadn't been to that park, I would've assumed that your camera was sitting on top of a regular-sized chessboard, and the apparent relative size of the chess pieces and chairs was a trick of perspective.
Really, even looking at it now, I'm having to force my brain to see the big pieces I remember from my visit. Even that bit of chair shadow visible between the bishop and pawn isn't convincing me that the pieces are sitting at ground level.
I have no clue what your original intention was and this could easily be a problem with my brain rather than a function of the shot itself. Either way, it's cool and worth noting.
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