7.8mi, 66:44, 29 NOV 08, Bagram, Afghanistan

Day 291 of the campaign.

iThink:
Wire, "Come Back In Two Halves"
Bear McCreary, "All Along the Watchtower"
Dan Latarski and Kim Nagel, title music to the 1990 computer game Stellar 7

WX at 1930: 48 (9) DP 15 (-9) BP 30.30 (1026) Variable 2 smoke RH 26

Odometer 2: 377.6mi

Z3.
Average/max heart rate = 163/182

This is perimeter run 54.

Today was a day where I've been sitting at my desk eating cookies most of today. I needed to get out and burn some of that sugar off.

The finish was remarkably smooth, and remarkably fast for comparative effort. Maybe I seem to run faster when I'm weaving through people.

But if I don't, then I get fat. Not that being fat is going to really change my life here in theater, but it might be actually semi-useful when I get home to not be a fatbody. Then again, I'm not sure how much incentive there is upon getting home, either.

Splits
SGMT AGGRG SEGMT PERMI AVGPC DIST
1.00 08:32 08:32 08:32 08:32 1.00
1.00 17:11 08:39 08:39 08:35 2.00
1.00 25:56 08:45 08:45 08:39 3.00
1.00 34:38 08:42 08:42 08:39 4.00
1.00 43:12 08:34 08:34 08:38 5.00
1.00 51:56 08:44 08:44 08:39 6.00
1.00 60:26 08:30 08:30 08:38 7.00
0.79 66:44 06:18 07:58 08:34 7.79

7.8mi, 69:10, 27 NOV 08, Bagram, Afghanistan

Day 290 of the campaign.

iThink:
Aly & AJ, "Chemicals React"
Hilary Duff, "Wake Up"

WX at 2330: 35 (2) DP 17 (-8) BP 30.30 (1026) E 2 RH 47

Odometer 2: 369.8mi

Z2.
Average/max heart rate = 153/179

This is perimeter run 53.

So much for tonight's hash. I go to the effort to do a trail, and only four people show up. After sitting for an hour or two, I decided to go run the perimeter instead at relatively easy pace. The average heart rate is an indicator, but I realize my legs are tired, regardless how slow I go.

Still, better than nothing. That's a hell of a way to spend a Thanksgiving. Then I went to the midrats meal and stuffed my face.

Splits
SGMT AGGRG SEGMT PERMI AVGPC DIST
1.00 08:51 08:51 08:51 08:51 1.00
1.00 17:48 08:57 08:57 08:54 2.00
1.00 26:40 08:52 08:52 08:53 3.00
1.00 35:45 09:05 09:05 08:56 4.00
1.00 44:39 08:54 08:54 08:56 5.00
1.00 53:48 09:09 09:09 08:58 6.00
1.00 62:48 09:00 09:00 08:58 7.00
0.74 69:10 06:22 08:36 08:56 7.74

~4.0mi, time indeterminate, 26 NOV 08, Bagram, Afghanistan

Day 288 of the campaign.

iThink: Dos Gringos, "Last of the Breed"

WX at 1530: 59 (15) DP 17 (-8) BP 30.18 (1022) N 9 RH 19

Odometer 3: 255.1mi

Z1-3.
Average/max heart rate = 129/167

Scouting trail for tomorrow. This validates the reason why I always scout trail a day or two prior, and in person. There are always variations from the original plan, but this has potential to be a good one. That remains to be seen, but my co-hare is another experienced hasher who shares many of my thoughts on trail design.

7.8mi, 61:51, 24 NOV 08, Bagram, Afghanistan

Day 286 of the campaign.

iThink:
Dos Gringos, "Jeremiah Weed"
Bear McCreary, "Passacaglia"

WX at 1930: 44 (7) BP 17 (-8) DP 30.15 (1021) E 6 smoke RH 33

Odometer 2: 362.0mi

Z4, Z5 finish.
Average/max heart rate = 167/180

This is perimeter run 52.

I was trying to get a personal record but started faltering the last few miles, perhaps because I went out too fast. I might try not jackrabbiting the start so that I can have some energy on the flip side. Of course, part of that might be due to it being the temperature it is outside, and wanting to warm up quickly. I'd be very happy to hold consistently under 8 minutes around here but I have yet to do that. I might have to shave off a few pounds to do it.

This is a big improvement from what I was running this summer, though.

Splits
SGMT AGGRG SEGMT PERMI AVGPC DIST
1.00 07:43 07:43 07:43 07:43 1.00
1.00 15:51 08:08 08:08 07:55 2.00
1.00 23:50 07:59 07:59 07:57 3.00
1.00 31:52 08:02 08:02 07:58 4.00
1.00 39:52 08:00 08:00 07:58 5.00
1.00 48:01 08:09 08:09 08:00 6.00
1.00 56:11 08:10 08:10 08:02 7.00
0.75 61:51 05:40 07:33 07:59 7.75

7.8mi, 63:05, 21 NOV 08, Bagram, Afghanistan

ay 283 of the campaign.

iThink:
Death Cab for Cutie, "Long Division"
The Smiths, "There Is A Light That Never Goes Out"
John Scott, opening credits music from The Final Countdown

WX at 1230: 51 (11) DP 3 (-16) BP 30.24 (1024) NNE 3 RH 13

Odometer 2: 354.2mi

Z4.
Average/max heart rate = 175/186

This is perimeter run 51.

My legs were pretty tired...

I'm not sure what had caused the flashback to The Final Countdown. It might've been seeing a pair of A-10s landing, or having a CH-47 fly over me, none of which was in that movie, of course. I was in elementary school (3rd grade, to be exact) when that movie came out. I did, eventually, buy it on disk a few years ago - as well as the soundtrack, by John Scott, which is extremely hard to find.

I couldn't ask for much better weather than what I had today, though.

Today was a great example of jackrabbiting the start, and then realizing that I wasn't really going to run that fast.

Nonetheless - today was effort well-spent. That's good since there were some elements of work afterwards that entailed my basic desire to choke the shit out of people - randomly, of course.

Splits
SGMT AGGRG SEGMT PERMI AVGPC DIST
1.00 07:34 07:34 07:34 07:34 1.00
1.00 15:48 08:14 08:14 07:54 2.00
1.00 23:59 08:11 08:11 08:00 3.00
1.00 32:16 08:17 08:17 08:04 4.00
1.00 40:30 08:14 08:14 08:06 5.00
1.00 48:49 08:19 08:19 08:08 6.00
1.00 57:14 08:25 08:25 08:11 7.00
0.73 63:05 05:51 08:01 08:10 7.73

7.7mi, 67:32, 19 NOV 08, Bagram, Afghanistan

Day 281 of the campaign.

iThink: Dos Gringos, "Going In For Guns"

WX at 0730: 39 (4) DP 17 (-8) BP 30.09 (1019) WNW 5 haze RH 40

Odometer 2: 346.4mi

Z3.
Average/max heart rate = ~160/169

This is perimeter run 50.

I suspect these shoes (a pair of Asics GT-2120s I got near the beginning of this tour) have another 8 or 10 runs left on them before I retire them, normally at the 400 mile mark.

Today started off painful - if for no reason than I spent an hour trying to get my internet connection to work, to no avail, and this is the third day in a row that I've been clocking five hours of sleep. This is starting to get a mite old.

I will try to get to sleep at a more reasonable hour, but I was glad I went for a run this morning based on what I'm eating, which is more than I probably should.

The other musing I did this morning was about ex-girlfriends from long ago, all long gone from my life, which ordinarily is totally irrelevant - were it not for the fact that long runs are my idle thought periods of the day, and I'm in a place where I'm certain there will be no sex in my life, at least not until I get back home.

There is someone in the office who likes to call the metal boxes in which we live "home." I tend to be very emphatic about the "home is 6,000 miles away" part of being here. Bagram is not home. Home, frankly, is where Household6, the Princess, and the Sledgehammer are, and they're not here.

Splits
SGMT AGGRG SEGMT PERMI AVGPC DIST
1.00 08:39 08:39 08:39 08:39 1.00
1.00 17:27 08:48 08:48 08:43 2.00
1.00 26:13 08:46 08:46 08:44 3.00
1.00 35:14 09:01 09:01 08:49 4.00
1.00 44:00 08:46 08:46 08:48 5.00
1.00 52:48 08:48 08:48 08:48 6.00
1.00 61:41 08:53 08:53 08:49 7.00
0.72 67:32 05:51 08:08 08:45 7.72

7.8mi, 67:22, 17 NOV 08, Bagram, Afghanistan

Day 279 of the campaign.

iThink:
Dos Gringos, "Sammy Small"
Bear McCreary, "Storming New Caprica"

WX at 0730: 41 (5) DP 26 (-3) BP 30.09 (1019) SE 2 haze RH 56

Odometer 3: 251.5mi

Z3.
Average/max heart rate = 156/170

This is perimeter run 49.

Today was an easy run but necessary. I was looking to burn lard this morning and for the most part, did so. I was pressed by the need to get back in time for a meeting this morning. Our 8:30am meeting seriously chafes my ass, but that's driven off the experience of working in plans shops where most people work late, and tend to wake up late as a result - if for no other reason that good ideas tended to fall on us at about 8:00pm. This 8:30am meeting is a necessary evil of this job, and I accept it, but I definitely don't like it.

And maybe that's why "Sammy Small" was so appropriate to this morning.

But I got it in - and I'm sure I'll feel it the next few days, but I needed it.

Splits
SGMT AGGRG SEGMT PERMI AVGPC DIST
1.00 08:30 08:30 08:30 08:30 1.00
1.00 17:24 08:54 08:54 08:42 2.00
1.00 26:23 08:59 08:59 08:48 3.00
1.00 35:12 08:49 08:49 08:48 4.00
1.00 43:48 08:36 08:36 08:46 5.00
1.00 52:29 08:41 08:41 08:45 6.00
1.00 61:06 08:37 08:37 08:44 7.00
0.74 67:22 06:16 08:28 08:42 7.74

7.8mi, 61:33, 15 NOV 08, Bagram, Afghanistan

Day 277 of the campaign.

iThink:
Dos Gringos, "Going In For Guns"
The Delphines, "I Want You The Way I Want You (Not How You Are)"

WX at 2230: 41 (5) DP 26 (-3) BP 30.15 (1021) Variable 5 RH 56

Odometer 2: 337.6mi

Z4, Z5 finish.
Average/max heart rate = 170/183

This is perimeter run 48.

One of our operational law attorneys mentioned to me that I'd been here nine months. Nine flipping months...

Today was almost certainly a personal record. I was intending on running this morning, but decided to weenie out and sleep in. In waking up later than expected, I decided to hit the weights, so I did some upper body work (bench presses, lat pulldowns, and barbell curls) and some 120 situps or so. If tonight is any indicator, I should probably continue to lift.

I didn't think I was going to hit off as fast as I did, but once I was steadily running below the 8-minute per mile mark by mile 3, I decided to commit to trying to set a personal record, which I believe is actually the case by 62 seconds. All, very encouraging.

I'd like to think I might be in shape enough to get under an hour by the time I'm out of here, but that entails some more concerted work.

Or, to quote the predominant song in my head, "Darkstar, Judy, Judy, I'm going in for guns..."

Splits
SGMT AGGRG SEGMT PERMI AVGPC DIST
1.00 08:00 08:00 08:00 08:00 1.00
1.00 15:51 07:51 07:51 07:55 2.00
1.00 23:42 07:51 07:51 07:54 3.00
1.00 31:46 08:04 08:04 07:56 4.00
1.00 39:40 07:54 07:54 07:56 5.00
1.00 47:42 08:02 08:02 07:57 6.00
1.00 55:43 08:01 08:01 07:58 7.00
0.78 01:31 05:48 07:26 07:54 7.78

7.8mi, 71:05, 11 NOV 08, Bagram, Afghanistan

Day 273 of the campaign.

iThink:
The Bats, "Courage"
Death Cab for Cutie, "Lowell, MA" (again)
Death Cab for Cutie, "Bixby Canyon Bridge" (again)
Dos Gringos, "Jeremiah Weed" (curiously appropriate)

WX at 2330: 53 (12) 32 (0) 30.09 (1019) SSE 5 RH 45

Odometer 2: 328.7mi

Z3 mid-easy.
Average/max heart rate = 157/169

This is perimeter run 47.

Today was a thoroughly dispiriting day at work. I had occasion to brief a visiting officer who evinced little knowledge of strategy or, for that matter, any reasonable desire to understand how it affects life as we know it. I realized there that I was facing not one, but two examples of our failure to generate any kind of reasonable strategic thinkers because the other example was someone here who was equally ignorant of that - regardless of its pervasive effects on much of what we do.

It was then that I realized that I had witnessed the confluence of what I'm starting to call the Harbinger of Doom.

So, once again, I revisit the refrain of "Jeremiah Weed," because I know I'm chipping away at a bottle of it when I get back for once, especially after realizing that some organizations won't ever listen to any sort of strategic intellectual conscience...

Fox 1, when you've got nothing left
Fox 2, it's that heater in your chest
Fox 3, the only friend you'll ever need
That cocksucker motherfucker Jeremiah Weed

And when I leave, I will shake the dust off my boots when this visiting officer's command returns. And I'll try not to think too hard about the people and the progress we will leave behind.

Splits
SGMT AGGRG SEGMT PERMI AVGPC DIST
1.00 09:01 09:01 09:01 09:01 1.00
1.00 18:18 09:17 09:17 09:09 2.00
1.00 27:27 09:09 09:09 09:09 3.00
1.00 36:46 09:19 09:19 09:12 4.00
1.00 45:56 09:10 09:10 09:11 5.00
1.00 55:10 09:14 09:14 09:12 6.00
1.00 64:09 08:59 08:59 09:10 7.00
0.79 71:05 06:56 08:47 09:07 7.79

7.8mi, 62:47, 10 NOV 08, Bagram, Afghanistan

Day 272 of the campaign.

iThink:
Death Cab for Cutie, "Bixby Canyon Bridge" (this would not dislodge from my head)
Death Cab for Cutie, "Lowell, MA" (in my head for what ended up being a pretty fast finish)
snippets of Bear McCreary, "Storming New Caprica"
snippets of James Horner, "Battle of the Mutara Nebula"
snippets of The Cure, "A Forest"
snippets of "The All-American Soldier"

WX at 0130: 42 (6) DP 24 (-4) BP 30.21 (1023) WNW 5 smoke RH 48

Odometer 2: 319.9mi

Z3-4.
Average/max heart rate = 168/186

This is perimeter run 46.

First time doing a perimeter run in a while. I've been revising the proposed structure of my officemates, physically as well as administratively. In the meantime, my intended PT schedule's been slipping, so I decided to FISTCON myself a run. I was pleasantly surprised at today's time, but given the conditions (almost no wind and cool, dry temperatures) anything else would've been unusual.

It sure did feel good to shake it out and go hard for a relatively long run, comparatively speaking. Running only 4 or 5 at a time just didn't feel right.

I'm still trying to figure out where my Garmin Training Center software shaves off seconds - there's a 3 second difference between split tables and overall time.

Splits
SGMT AGGRG SEGMT PERMI AVGPC DIST
1.00 08:06 08:06 08:06 08:06 1.00
1.00 16:07 08:01 08:01 08:03 2.00
1.00 23:55 07:48 07:48 07:58 3.00
1.00 32:01 08:06 08:06 08:00 4.00
1.00 40:10 08:09 08:09 32:02 5.00
1.00 48:26 08:16 08:16 08:04 6.00
1.00 56:46 08:20 08:20 33:49 7.00
0.76 62:44 05:58 07:51 13:39 7.76

Record APFT, 288 points, 8 NOV 08, Bagram, Afghanistan

Day 270 of the campaign.

iThink:
Journey, "Only The Young"
Night Ranger, "When You Close Your Eyes" (yes. stop laughing.)

WX at 0630: 46 (8) DP 24 (-4) BP 30.24 (1024) NW 6 haze RH 42

Odometer 3: 243.7mi

Z4-Z5.

This was a refreshing change from the last time. I didn't get what I'd wanted, but it sure was a big improvement over the last test, where my run was, to say the least, substandard. I still didn't get what I wanted for the run, but I was a lot closer (and had I run a second faster, I would've collected another point, but that's academic) to the 290 points I normally strive to achieve.

Of course, it was noticeably cooler, and I had actually trained up some for that test. I also hadn't been doing Crossfit (or some facsimile thereof).

I do need to work out more - although it stands that while I've been averaging doing PT on every other day or so, I don't think that's enough by any stretch. I think I should be able to get that 290 before I leave Afghanistan, though.

Even after about a week's worth of advance warning, I was able to get my customary 200 points in the first two events with comparative ease. It's not that I had to kill myself to do it, but I was pleasantly surprised that after that little time, I was able to get back into the kind of shape required to get the results I did.

I still should've gotten 82 pushups, just on principle.

One other thing is that in spite of running faster, it was in the wake of being 5 pounds heavier than the last time. I don't think that 5 pounds is really muscle, either. I need to go back to lifting, in an attempt to see if I can get leaner again.

A note on the iThink this morning. I have no idea what cause me to think of 80s Top 40 and hair metal, but the song I was trying to push out of my head was "At Least I'm Not the Snacko" by Dos Gringos, my latest musical fix, the lyrics of which are entertaining, but the tempo is too slow for a good run unless I'm wogging:

They just lost my travel voucher over at finance
I just tried to fart but instead I squirted my pants
The cops just found my car totaled in a ditch
My hemorrhoids are back in town and their itching like a sonafabitch

But I'm not sad
It ain't all that bad
'Cause at least I can say I'm not the Snacko

My mother came to visit and she found my porno stash
Last week's midnight rendezvous is now a horrible rash
My brother's back in prison and my sister she's a whore
It probably wouldn't bother me but her pimp - her pimp lives right next door

But I'm not sad
It ain't all that bad
'Cause at least I can say I'm not the Snacko

Now I can go back to my dilatory ways of not working out much.

Splits:

Pushups: 80 in 1:40 or so (about the same as last time)
Situps: 87 in 2:00 (My boss was holding my feet, so I felt somewhat compelled to overachieve)
SGMT AGGRG SEGMT PERMI AVGPC DIST
2.00 14:37 14:37 07:18 07:18 2.00

5.0mi, 40:35, 4 NOV 08, Bagram, Afghanistan

Day 266 of the campaign.

iThink: The All-American Rejects, "It Ends Tonight"

WX at 0630: 37 (3) DP 10 (-12) BP 30.21 (1023) Variable 2 RH 32

Odometer 3: 241.6mi

Z4.
Average/max heart rate = somewhere around 168/180 or so

My heart rate monitor went absolutely bonkers at start. It was dry and not very conductive, so it didn't pick up much when I was starting up. Once I'd started sweating, it was a lot less problematic, and was largely accurate.

This was a hard one, but a little easier because it was a bit chilly out here. It was great running weather, not too much wind, with brilliant sunlight.

There are snowcaps as of two days ago, first I've seen since April. It was absolutely picturesque...which doesn't change the basic fact that it's only going to get colder soon.

I realize that my Garmin Forerunner 305 cuts fractional seconds, and that's why the aggregate time doesn't quite match the overall time.

There's something to be said about actually getting my run out of the way right away in the morning, though.

Splits
SGMT AGGRG SEGMT PERMI AVGPC DIST
1.00 07:56 07:56 07:56 07:56 1.00
1.00 15:59 08:03 08:03 07:59 2.00
1.00 24:09 08:10 08:10 08:03 3.00
1.00 32:18 08:09 08:09 08:04 4.00
1.00 40:19 08:01 08:01 08:04 5.00
0.03 40:32 00:13 07:13 08:03 5.03

5.0mi, 43:06, 2 NOV 08, Bagram, Afghanistan

Day 264 of the campaign.

iThink:
Starflyer 59, "I Drive A Lot"
Jane Wiedlin, "One Hundred Years of Solitude"

WX at 2330: 51 (11) DP 17 (-8) BP 30.18 (1022) W 6 RH 25

Odometer 3: 236.5mi

Z3.
Average/max heart rate = 162/171

Today is the Day of the Dead, or Dia de los Muertos in the original Spanish. I didn't care how late it was, I was getting in my run (and my 40x30x30x30 pushups and 50x40x40x30 situps).

I'm an atheist, but I was going to commune with those who are gone from this corporeal universe, one way or another. It was damned important to me, religion or not.

Of those people:
Tom Flynn, my father-in-law, who I remembered going drinking with one time when I visited his house in Carolina Shores, North Carolina. He was a father in so many ways and I miss him to this day.

Patricia Flynn, his wife, who died just over a year after he died of a heart attack. I honestly don't know of a grandmother who loved her grandchildren more - and was every bit the best grandmother we could have wished for the Princess and the Sledgehammer.

My grandmother, who, in spite of the language difference, tried her best to show her love for her grandchildren, some of whom, like me, she didn't see very much. The last thing I said to her was that I hoped that I'd be as good of a grandson as I could be for her.

Frederick Neumann, my violin teacher, who had been in Army counterintelligence during World War II, was the first concertmaster of the Richmond (Vrginia) Symphony Orchestra in 1957, and had been my violin teacher for twelve years. I would have asked him to commission me, but he died about two months before I was commissioned. His wife, Margaretta, had died my senior year at prep school; it was in her memory that I had dedicated my senior recital there.

Steve Gomeringer, the supply specialist at the Johns Hopkins ROTC program. He was a retired Air Force sergeant who had been at Hopkins for years, who I'd help out all the time, and was one of the few who was really in my corner when a lot of other people thought I'd never amount to much as a cadet. I'd like to think he was gratified when I became the cadet battalion commander, normally reserved for the best cadet in the senior year class at the end. He died three months before I was commissioned.

Gary Vasquez, who'd come to my old cavalry troop as a new scout right out of the schoolhouse, went to Ranger School and would not quit until he graduated. He came back six months later with his Ranger tab, which says much about his fortitude. I remember his fascination when I'd showed him how I wrote orders as a troop commander, to show how things differed from what he'd learned at Ranger School. Gary was killed in Afghanistan a month ago. I intend to visit his gravesite when I get back to the United States.

Jason Swiger, who had also come to my cavalry troop as a new soldier, died in 2007 in Baqubah, Diyala Province, Iraq. I had reduced Jason in rank once, and a lesser man would have quibbled about it. He came back from it, was eventually promoted to sergeant, beyond his original grade, and became every bit the kind of soldier I was glad I had. As his commander, I'd like to think, in a very small conceit, that I might have had something to do with his becoming the man he had become.

Jon Grassbaugh was the logistics officer for the same squadron as Jason Swiger. Jon died from an IED strike in Zaganiyah, also in Diyala Province, Iraq, a few weeks after Jason was killed. I knew Jon from the Pershing Rifles alumni network from Johns Hopkins, and he had asked me about my experiences in the 82d Airborne Division. There is a sense of dread that I might have been one of the contributors to his death; in the sense of I gave him one of the things that may have ultimately killed him. That gnaws at me from time to time. I wear a black KIA bracelet on my wrist with Jon's name on it every day. I will visit Jon at Arlington National Cemetery next time I get to Washington, D.C.

John Engeman, who was one of my coworkers a few years ago, who was killed by an IED in Iraq in 2006. John was a tireless worker and a voice of reason, in spite of the unbelievably intense stupidity that he and I had endured in our job at the time.

Matt Worrell, who was killed when his helicopter was shot down in 2006. Matt and I were lieutenants together in our first assignment to an armored cavalry squadron at Fort Hood, Texas. I found out about Matt the same day John Engeman died, just a few days after I got home from Iraq.

Tom Witt, my classmate from the Armor Officer Basic Course, who died when his tank rolled over in a training accident in 1995. Tom's a few rows over from Jon Grassbaugh in Section 60 at Arlington.

Emory Elmore, who committed suicide during his junior year. He and I attended the same prep school together and were both on the academic team and in the school theater.

Kent Greene, who I visited once in New York City, and who I remember fondly from our shared time on an internet mailing list for the TV show My So-Called Life. Kent died of pneumonia in 2000.

And among others, my dog Thor, who was a faithful running and road marching companion, and always brightened my day when I came home at the end of the day.

I don't really consider myself superstitious or excessively sentimental, but when I die, I want some of Thor's hair buried with me...and that of Household6. The rationale, not grounded in any kind of reason, is that at the end, what was left of us will come back. If I'm buried with the ones I loved, then I'll see them in the afterlife.

There's some necessary emotional and spiritual bloodletting that I do from time to time. This is one of those times.

Splits
SGMT AGGRG SEGMT PERMI AVGPC DIST
1.00 08:47 08:47 08:47 08:47 1.00
1.00 17:22 08:35 08:35 08:41 2.00
1.00 25:54 08:32 08:32 08:38 3.00
1.00 34:26 08:32 08:32 08:36 4.00
1.00 42:51 08:25 08:25 08:34 5.00
0.03 43:06 00:15 08:20 08:34 5.03

7.8mi, 67:29, 1 NOV 08, Bagram, Afghanistan

Day 263 of the campaign.

iThink:
The Dust Brothers, "Stealing Fat"
Bear McCreary, "Roslin and Adama"

WX at 1930: 60 (16) DP 32 (0) BP 30.09 (1019) NNW 9 haze RH 33

Odometer 2: 312.1mi

Z3.
Average/max heart rate = 162/171

This is perimeter run 45.

My knees hurt. They might, after shoes that probably have more than 312 miles on them from just casual walking around in some cases, but I don't feel very compelled to replace shoes when I only have 312 miles on them of actual running.

I feel exhausted, partly because of jet lag. I don't think there's any way around that.

But if I don't force myself to work out, it will slip. Getting things piled on me at work while I'm still barely staying above water is no fun.

This run was nothing to write home about. I don't feel motivated to run much faster than this lately because I'm so tired and ornery.

Tomorrow is the Day of the Dead. I think of this because of the dead people who I remember lately, and the ones with whom I wish I could talk again.

Splits
SGMT AGGRG SEGMT PERMI AVGPC DIST
1.00 08:29 08:29 08:29 08:29 1.00
1.00 17:10 08:41 08:41 08:35 2.00
1.00 25:38 08:28 08:28 08:33 3.00
1.00 34:36 08:58 08:58 08:39 4.00
1.00 43:13 08:37 08:37 08:39 5.00
1.00 52:08 08:55 08:55 08:41 6.00
1.00 60:54 08:46 08:46 08:42 7.00
0.76 67:25 06:31 08:34 08:41 7.76