These A.I. Dreamers Don’t Fit the Stereotype
14 hours ago
He did both races, and halfway through the 112-mile bike leg in Hawaii, he turned at the top of a huge hill and began to race down it.
"I just started yelling, screaming. I let it all out right there, all the agony and emotion. I wasn't Brian Boyle, the sick boy. I was Brian Boyle, the Ironman," he said.
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Halfway through my run tonight, I noticed the loudest sound was the ubquitous rock creek just off to my left, followed closely by the sound of a singular set of feet falling to the ground, which were occasionally amplified by impending leaves haphazardly placed by the midly chilling temperatures that have recently arrived in the mid-atlantic. It seemed as if darkness was all that existed, except for the minimal bit of moonlight that provided me with some sense of purposeless direction. Magically, with every step, I learned that there was a tangible reality that existed beyond the pure blackness; and only in my mind was there proof of humanity within the night just behind me. The surrealism endeded aburptly as the sounds of a siren and city buses pierced the temporary serenity that the run had provided. This ...was rock creek at night.
I have been running, just not enough to substantiate an actual blog posting. Today was really no different, a 5 mile run from the house, but it turned out to be a refreshing 5 miles, thanks in part to the sunsetting as I was going through Rock Creek Park. I made an attempt to head back and follow the route I ran in my car, so I could get some pictures, but the sun was was too far west to really get anything great. I did at least head back to the garden that I ran by about 2 miles in. The pictures werent great, but I at least know what time to head back next time. If I can time it right, I will definitely upload those pictures here or at my other blog of choice...limited existence.

