The Silver Linings Playbook Chapter 3

Orange flak Enters My SkullYes, I really do believe in silver line drives, for the most part because Ive been seeing them almost every day when I emerge from the basement, shift my head and arms through a trash bag so my torso will be wrapped in plastic and I will sweat more and then go running. I unendingly try to coordinate the ten-mile running portion of my ten-hour exercise routine with sunset, so I can finish by running west knightly the playing fields of Knights Park, where, as a kid, I played baseball and soccer.As I run through the park, I smelling up and see what the day has to offer in the way of divination.If clouds are obstruct the sun, there will always be a silver lining that reminds me to keep on trying, because I know that while things might bet dark now, my wife is coming back to me soon. Seeing the light dodging those fluffy puffs of white and gray is electrifying. (And you can even re-create the center by holding your hand a few inches away from a nake d lightbulb and tracing your handprint with your eyes until you go temporarily blind.) It hurts to look at the clouds, but it also helps, like most things that cause pain. So I need to run, and as my lungs burn and my back rebels with that stabbing injure feeling and my leg muscles harden and the half inch of loose clamber around my waist jiggles, I feel as though my penance for the day is being done and that possibly God will be pleased enough to lend me some help, which I think is wherefore He has been showing me interesting clouds for the past week.Since my wife asked for some season apart, Ive lost more than fifty pounds, and my mother says that soon Ill be at the weight I was when I played varsity soccer in high school, which is also the weight I was when I met Nikki, and Im thinking maybe she was upset by the weight I gained during the five years we were married. Wont she be surprised to see me looking so muscular when apart conviction is overIf there are no clouds at su nset which happened yesterday when I look up toward the sky, orange fire enters my skull, blinds me, and thats almost as good, because it burns too and makes everything look divine.When I run, I always take chances I am running toward Nikki, and it makes me feel like I am decreasing the amount of time I have to wait until I see her again.