Okay submarines hide beneath the snow

I have a lot on my mind, but I'm not sure what to write about. So maybe a little of everything; kind of like a Thanksgiving meal. I ran today, in the woods, in the snow, in the cold. My lungs were burning, my thighs were so cold, my feet were slipping, but I kept going. I lie to myself and tell myself that I'm running today because I love to run, but today's reason is that I needed to be in the snowy woods by myself. I pushed myself and I loved it. If my lungs and ankles could have handled it I would have done another loop. I put some John Prine on my computer. This is an inherited musical trait from my parents. They have taken me to several of his shows, and I really do enjoy what he does. LSU lost, which means that the nation has lost. Why? The BCS championship game this year will most likely be the combination of two of these three teams: Kansas, West Virginia, Ohio State. It's bound to be awful.

But mostly I've been thinking about a dear friend of mine. The whole drive home I was trying to reconcile myself to her in my thoughts, but I don't know if I can do it. Ever since we became friends eight years ago I've cherished our friendship, and at times we've been really close [never romantically though, and that's okay]. But over the past couple of years I hear from her less and less. I've emailed and left voicemails on occasion, but I haven't gotten any reply in the past six or eight months. I guess I've just left our friendship in her hands, and tried my best to move on, but damned if it isn't tough. And this isn't the first friend that I've had to do this to. For someone who cares so much about his friends, it's one of the hardest things for me to do. It's what has me in my room listening to old country music and drinking a pint [Oregon brewed] tonight. If only it were light enough out to go for a run. You know who you are, you still have my love.