went to run

Got up and went running to the hippodrome. 5 miles. Weather was good, cloudy, did not need water. Went about 12 minutes a mile. It is slow but I have started not so long ago. My primary goal is to go as far as I can without my left knee starting to hurt ans swell. If it does, basically I will have to stop for a while again. So I am watching it. Finding right shoes is a problem. New shoes felt good although some glitches started to appear after the 4th mile.
Saw horse-riding (?) competition, on a square-shape territory jockeys on horses were jumping over improvised fences and obstacles. Minimal time and smallest number of penalty points (like for breaking a fence or throwing a jokey off) would get you a crown.
Then discovered that gas prices went up to almost a dollar per liter at the gas station nearby. If oil is 60 dollars a barrel and still going up what would you expect. My poor Niva, she is going to starve (not to death).

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I am a boy scared of bullies. My mother says, "He pushes you? Then push him back!". My father explains, "Hit him in the chin. Hit him first and hit hard. He wont need a second one." I know all this. I read Hemingway too (later). It does not help. I am just scared that is all. I am afraid of injuries, of conflict, of failure. But I go to musical school. I am the best pianist of class of 1984 in Musical School #26 in Moscow. My mother is proud of me. My teachers are proud of me. Parents of my friends are proud of me. It is hard to be a pianist and hard ass at the same time. I try to learn judo. I go to karate class. It does not help. I am still a boy who plays Beethovens 14th Sonate at parties.