Saturday, March 20, 2010

7.1 MILES OF ASYNCHRONOUS RHYTHM

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  1. Small platoon of juggernauts weaved through the razor sharp terrain, surmounting precipitous and narrow changes in elevation, root farms, rock clusters, and other natural obstacles, none of which can be found behind the bars of the concrete jungle. Freedom abounds in the forest of nature. The sounds of brusque automobiles and vociferous gibberish were jettisoned for the silence of instinct and loneliness. The dying scream of decrepit old leaves against the foot steps of determination coupled with the silence of four parallel universes imploding in the introspective galaxy of reconnection accentuated the symphonic bellows from heart and lungs. Total sensory employment is the first step on the journey to retracing the footsteps that allowed our fit ancestors to run down their prey, defining the true utility of fitness. 7.1 miles on the trials of instinct and sensory stimulation is exponentially farther than any distance suffered on the paved strip of artificialities offered by civilization. Our true potential exists under the exorbitant layers of minutiae imposed by a despotic and lethargic populace whose only mission is to weaken the strong in order to strengthen the weak. The best part of running..... is leaving people behind.

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