Hammock in the park

I started to run. And this isn’t fiction. Everything in this column is based on real facts or almost that. But mainly that. But with a little drama to spice it up. But, because I’m Brazilian, and at this point you know that. So, you know as well that I’m pushing the story for no reason, but maybe -just maybe- because I’m ashamed of being healthy. I KNOW!!!!! OK!!!!!! I am. Enough with the buts. Not with the butts -please God, understand this if you’re reading out loud I have absolutely no emotional stability to lose my already-little butt. You see I grew up emo. I was an only-wear-black teenager. Cried to Simple Plan. Welcomed people into my life in tears. Didn’t care about having a butt: I wore low-rise jeans. With a belt. And now I’m running. Worse: in the morning. I became what I feared the most, which is the person who is making bad sugar-free coffee in leggings. I don’t really know how this happened and don’t have ways to defend myself. I’ve been trying to keep sadness alive while putting ice on my potato of the leg (that’s howwe say calf in Portuguese) playing Green Day on my ears. Talking about green days, I didn’t quit smoking. That’d be suicide. Being healthy’s got limits. I can assure you that running in New York City is an experience beyond what one expects. Every day. Funny to see the weird life and animals and people passing by in a blur. Shaky buildings. Funny how I sometimes think the city was supposed to be seen like this. The other day I was running in the park and saw people hanging hammocks between trees. I remember slowing down. I thought this was a better shaky and blurry way to see our surroundings. I might be getting a hammock. Sounds emo but make it outdoor-ish. That’s my big new conundrum. I’m running out of ideas to stop myself from running. Got it? Running out— ok. Let me stop the bad jokes. The new me hopes you’ll be finding this month’s chronicle well. I didn’t mean to make it sound like that bad e-mail from your boss you read and think “this is unreal.” I’ll give you a couple of days. Thirty to be more specific. See you then.