Run 'Nuff Said

Please bare with me because I hae no other way of doing this...

7:29 AM...beep...start...man I hate stretching...Pssttt...ahh...the ever familiar hail of a taxi here...or toubab...turn around and see a young girl carrying fresh bread home for breakfast...surely that wasn't her...I...HATE...RUNNING...IN...THE...SAND...finally pavement...man it still must be early because those guys aren't even out selling coffee yet...bonjour toubab...bonjour...nothing beats the smell of the boulangerie in the morning...the main drag...man there aren't that many black and yellows at the turnabout yet...that will be a differet story when I get back...the market stalls are slowly opening...I guess I'll run on the sidewalk...almost roll my ankle...back on the road it is...bonjour toubab...bonjour... what's the commotion before the bridge...ahh I don't think that car rapide's muffler should be glowing bright orange and shooting out hot embers...I hate this footbridge...too narrow...too mant people...slow to a trot...there's another runner...we both look at each other with the same look...i wish we could just push these people off this bridge...an opening...we nod as we pass...almost to the end...there we go off...over the langue bridge...this place is way busier than the market near the stade...see q fqther son fishing duo...he was predestined for that life way before he was born...his son will be a fisherman...and his son's son...he doesn't seem to mind...get to the crumbling stairs leading to the ocean...breathe in the fresh, salty air...remember home, friends, family, my...donne-moi l'argent...kid does it look like I have money? I'm on a...remember I'm in Senegal...Je n'ai rien...head bqck home...back over the lange bridge...traffic is picking up...let's take the car bridge instead...I'd rather risk getting hit on this tetanus, strewn monolith then wait for people on that Godforsaken footbridge...ahh there is one way traffic...that makes this easier...and quicker...the market is bustling now...bananas and beignets...pants and crevettes...knock off jerseys and DVDs...a noire et jaune on my tail...what is his problem...he yells at me in wolof qnd points to the sidewalk...i yell at him in english and point ahead...he is gonna get caught in traffic ahead...should i???yeah I saved enough in the tanks...hop on the sidewalk...kick it into the next gear...time this just right...cut back on the road...in front of him...look back...wave...smile...au revoir...past the roundabout...passed the OiLibya...take the wrong turn at the wrong TiGo sign...backtrack...take the right turn...back to the sand...to the house...bonjour toubab...bonjour...beep...stop...8:03 AM

Song of the Moment: Nothing Song - Sigur Ros