Diary of a Time Traveler

I find the need to confess to you that I ventured out, away from my usual territory and in doing so, I must admit I crossed the boundaries of time and discovered a strange and wondrous people.

On most Sundays, I begin my mornings with a hardy run along side my peers, but then a fortnight past, I needed to have a yard sale on such a day and this gave me fright: How could 16 miles be ran and a yard sale be had?

I did a series of calculations. I even masterminded my resources (mainly friends) for quite some time, and yet after many hours in my study, I could not stretch the limits of time beyond its usual perimeters to permit me to engage in both activities within a single day.

Finally, after almost a week, alas I had thought, why not travel back to Saturday! I heard, in rumor and story (more campfire tales than I care to remember!) that there is a people that engaged in the same activity and at the very same place, but in a different time.

Unsure of what this would bring, I ventured out still. Out into the chilly dawn. Out into the unknown. Out of such ordinary habits – oh sweet morning of slumber! I climbed into my carriage and made my way to the site I have been told of where they gather.

And behold, they exist! It is not just a bedtime story. They are real!

They are large and bold group, twice in number as my own. The natives of this time are as vibrant in character as they are in their style of dress. They are awake, but even more so, they are perky and talkative, speaking much of their adventures.

They have one particular habit that is the most strange and curious to me. It appears the bulk of them participate in the action of festivaling later in the evening. They call this “partying” where they drink fine spirits and, sometimes, not-so-fine spirits. They have this holiday weekly in honor of themselves. As one gent described to me, they do this “to unwind, let go from the week.” I find that it is a concept I must explore more in depth, and soon I believe. Soon I shall.

All in all, I must say, the Saturday natives have accepted me as one of their own, and I find I have the similar affections towards them, although I must confess that I do hope to pass onto them is the value of peanut butter jelly sandwiches, for here they seem to be lacking. With that being said, I am fascinated by their strange and lively culture. I shall travel to their time from this day forth whenever the running is short and for recovery, while keeping with my people, the Sunday folk, now for only the long runs. What I shall discover in my future visits with these new people, I can only wonder.


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XANADU: ROLLERSKATING DISCO PARTY

Come out THIS THURSDAY to support the Grete Waitz & German Silvas Pace Groups!

Moonlight Rollerway
5510 San Fernando Rd
Glendale, CA 91204
(818) 241-3630

Thursday, September 21st
8:00 pm – 10:30 pm


Your $20 cover (donation) will include:

* Your entry fee
* Two free raffle tickets
* Your Xanadu Roller Disco Party Gift Bag


Bring extra cash for:

* Purchasing additional raffle tickets for foxy [can’t read what it says]
* Including a “Slow Dance with a Marathon Runner”
* Purchase refreshments

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