DEATH Air / Californian KINGS
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A month and a half. 45 days. The anticipation is almost more than i can bear.
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17 days ago i contracted pneumonia. The air in Utah has been toxic and EVEN with that being a fact floating around inside of my head i still found some (slightly) intense anxiety when thinking about not being outside, running and or biking. The using of my legs has become somewhat of a daily routine and I find myself becoming a thumb twiddler without it’s action in MI VIDA. AND SO, I ran, I ran in air that i shouldn’t have, I ran in air that I shouldn’t have and it turned into pneumonia, and pneumonia has been a real deadening sickness.
Sleep. Sleep. Sleep and feeling tired when not engaging in the prior. . A month or so ago I was invited by my good friend, David, to ride in a bike caravan that would take me from the top of California (Sausalito) to the bottom (La Jolla) in the span of 7 days. Overjoyed with the notion I responded with an enthusiastic “YES!” Two weeks later pneumonia hit. I am not crying “WOE IS ME”, on the contrary, I am indescribably grateful for the health of a working body. GOOD HEAVENS, good you imagine?
Once we (Evan and I) left Utah I gave myself a goal of biking 150 miles a week whilst on the road, in preparation for a MUCH heavier “work” load while on the bike route that David and his wiley group of Californian Kings drag plan on taking me. Petaluma California was a quaint and welcoming town and crowd. The venue (Mystic Theatre) was absolutely stunning and solidifed my prior knowledge of the power of an old theatre. GOODNESS. We, as we often do, slept in the back of the van, with the bustling streets of a Friday night and her oddities. The sun broke through the backseat window and my mind had already been stirring. Laying there atop a wooden platform I got the urge to get on my bike. I didn’t resist. I mounted the slowly decaying Bianchi 21 speed that has been my lady for so much of my biking days and started down the road, heading south. Soon after mile 10 I realized that I was to bike to San Francisco. Evan, being the angel that he is, humored me in my endeavour and met me in the city. WE MADE IT SAFE.
The last minute San Franciscan house show went off without a hiccup. The attendants, host and promoter could NOT have been kinder and more open to the connection that Evan and I were looking for. FRESH AIR OF CONTACT. You forget it in people (BSS), trust ain’t so scary, it ain’t so hard, confiding in the care of one’s vulnerable state doesn’t have to be impossible. Forever a sucker (me), but I’d die without it (anyhow).
Day off today, after a beautiful visit to Sacramento and her river that has 32 miles of road biking trails. AMEN and AMEN (i say).
Ever living, Ever dying, One foot fickle, One foot pining,
Joshua
