Sunday, August 11, 2002

she told me she ran

she told me she ran a mile as fast as she could, and the next day her lungs still hurt.  I told her about riding up the canyon on my bike, pushing with everything I had so that once I reached the top of the hill I hurled.  We revelled in our shared masochistic desire to test our endurance.  But my tollerance for some kinds of pain has really plummetted as my tollerance for others has increased.  I can take more physical pain than ever before, but embarass me or expose me to the nadir of the condition of the species, and I have no endurance at all.