A blur. Another groggy eyed awakening. It is now Thursday more minutes past more medals won. Today wasn't anything out of the ordinary or what I perceive to be the ordinary for my first week. Shower, stretch, read. Feel cramped, decide to walk. Where to? Still don't know. I tried to find as much excitement as I could in this some what monotonous process. Before my departure I sprawled out over a large detailed street map of down town LA. Like Sean Connery in Hunt for the Red October I planned my attack (walk) down to the finest detail. As not to be surprised by any misleading street. " We will pass through the American patrols, past their sonar nets, and lay off their largest city, and listen to their rock and roll... while we conduct missile drills." -Captian Ramius. This was how I felt, a watchful eye for bums, businessmen, and buses. I head out the door and set my barrings for the film studio. With Buckethead exercising in my ears and a pace in my step to match I trudged towards my destination. Surprise came at my fourth corner, sidewalk under construction... Great now I must wing it. Easy as pie. This walk wasn't as difficult as logged it just feels better to think about it in dramatic fashion. I took the next block west to 4th street and crossed the bridge in my path across the 110 freeway. A strong feeling of vertigo raced through my veins as I stopped to watch some 10,000 people pass by at 85 mph. I couldn't think of anything. I tried my mind was empty just guitar riff after guitar riff bouncing form the right head phone to the left. Finally a thought! Why I thought about an event of an earthquake while I was on this bridge I don't know but it was enough to dry my mouth and over whelm my senses, I had to continue. Arrival to my destination. What an accomplishment overtaken by the idea of waste. 12 minutes was all it took and now what? Back to the house? Towards the downtown? Further into this area of town I knew nothing about? As I do in most situations I listened to my senses. A low growl my stomach shall be my guide. Onward to home where food awaits. I used this leg of my walk to explore a few blocks I hadn't seen yet and to take mental notes of places of convenience and other places to eat. To my luck and interest two sandwich shops and a liquor store on the same block. Ignoring the devil in both fields I comforted the hunger of my stomach and liver with the promise of a future visit. Waiting for the light to change I suddenly felt as if I was in to company of several people. Looking around I saw just this but why was I feeling the group presence so intensely? So simple. My batteries were dead some blocks ago. There was no music playing for a while. I was walking with my headphones on listening to the soundtrack of the metropolis. I toughed it up Grand steadily to my house. Consume the food, feed the soul, read to replenish the mind. I want to be amazed but I know it has been there all along, the ability to speed up time in the pages of a book. It was now six, my father should be home from work. Time for the already dull elevator ride form the balcony level to the 25th floor. I found him lying on the couch sick with Olympic fever adorned in his cycling gear this could mean one thing. Time to spin. I joined him at the YMCA for the second evening in a row for the hour power of spinning class. I enjoyed tonight's class much more. Not sure if I had already made physical process or if it was the fact that tonight's instructor was squawking constantly through a microphone. All in all my shirt was soaked and my body was high with the glory of a good ride. Well as good as you can get for never leaving the position you started in. Returned home, showered again, ate, and joined my father in the simple feat of putting my bike back together form the box it was shipped down here in. And once again here I am placing the day together only to stop as I answer the phone for a long but not lost friend who moved down here years ago and has found me.
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