Normal person:
Hey girlfriend, Went running today. Man, am I out of shape!
Self-absorbed Obama:
I run every other day at the small indoor track [at Columbia] which slants slightly upward like a plate; I stretch long and slow, twist and shake, the fatigue, the inertia finding home in different parts of the body. I check the time and growlaargh!and tumble onto the wheel. And bodies crowd and give off heat, some people are in front and you can hear the patter or plod of the steps behind. You look down to watch your feet, neat unified steps, and you throw back your arms and run after people, and run from them and with them, and sometimes someone will shadow your pace, step for step, and you can hear the person puffing, a different puff than yours, and on a good day theyll come up alongside and thank you for a good run, for keeping a good pace, and you nod and keep going on your way, but youre pretty pleased, and your stride gets lighter, the slumber slipping off behind you, into the wake of the past.
I am 100% sure Zero did not write that. Cashill should check these letters the way he did the Dreams book. Look for Ayers “fingerprints”.