I can't recall from my philosophy courses what the current stance is on the separation of mind and body (I think we're pretty solid on "none," but whatevuh..." The point is: I'm not sure if there's much literature on the mind/mind/body division(s). Anyway...
After several weeks of not listening to my body, my body finally sat me down for a little chat at the dinner table.
"Hey, asshole. I'm tired and I've been trying to tell you but you aren't listening."
At first I thought he was addressing my Asshole, but I quickly realized by his/my angry face that he was talking to me/it. Before I had a chance to respond, my Brain came down from taking a bath, wrapped in a silk kimono (is there any other kind?) and jumped RIGHT ON MY DAMN CASE, TOO!
"Yeah, I wasn't going to bring this up but since Body already broached the topic...I'm also tired. I've been trying to tell you about Body's issues, not to mention my own problems, but you just won't listen!"
Well, I was pretty fucking perplexed. I mean, who am I if I'm sitting at the table talking with BOTH my body and my mind?? WHOA!
I was not surprised, however, that both of them are whiny and soft (especially Brain).
Long story short and short runs shorter, this past week was a bit of a bust running-wise. No big deal, 'cause as those fuckin' Eagles so succinctly put it:
Ooh, I want to tell you, it's a long run
You know I don't understand why you don't
treat yourself better
do the crazy things that you do
'Cause all the debutantes in Houston, baby,
couldn't hold a candle to you
Listen, man, I had a rough night and I fucking HATE the Houston debutantes, man!
Abide, dudes...and abide hard,