3.5mi, 32:33, 30 JUN 10, Fort Leavenworth, Kansas

iThink: Guided by Voices, "Wormhole"

WX at 0700: 66.9 (19.4) DP 57.9 (14.4) BP 30.22 (1023) ESE 6 RH 72

Odometer 2: 188.8mi

Z2/Z3.
Average/max heart rate = 150/170

My legs were beat but I figured on the day I'm about to leave on a long driving vacation, it was probably advisable to get in a run. 3.5mi of wogging did not go down well but at least the weather was nice. I'm not surprised my legs are tired after the tremendous mileage increase of the last two weeks or so. Of course, any mileage increase is tremendous compared to nothing at all.

My neighborhood is starting to repopulate with new students about a month after all the others have gone off to their follow-on assignments. The summer exodus/influx cycle begins anew.

Splits
SGMT AGGRG SEGMT PERMI AVGPC DIST
1.00 09:09 09:09 09:09 09:09 1.00
1.00 18:30 09:21 09:21 09:15 2.00
1.00 28:01 09:31 09:31 09:20 3.00
0.48 32:33 04:32 09:27 09:21 3.48

5.9mi, 51:32, 29 JUN 10, Fort Leavenworth, Kansas

iThink:
Guided by Voices, "Wormhole"
Ke$ha, "Tik Tok"

WX at 0700: 68.0 (20.0) DP 60.1 (15.6) BP 30.12 (1019) E 8 RH 75

Odometer 2: 185.3mi

Z3 mid-high.
Average/max heart rate = 157/172

After yesterday's rest day, I decided to get back out there. This is a good example of a day where I'm glad I forced myself to get out there. I felt far better after the run than I would've had I just slept in.

It's been a little over a decade since I bought Guided by Voices' Do the Collapse, which is the album from today's first iThink. I was thinking of it as I saw the remains of earthworms my wife had killed by pouring salt on them. I saw them jumping around as they died and I felt guilty.

I am an earthworm following
There is a nighthawk
Watching me crawling

La, la, la, la, it's a lonely night
I'll take the airwaves home tonight
Crawl with me into the hole
Where everyone can hide

We're in the wormhole
Seeking to be safe again
Without a single brave soul
Leaking out tonight, tonight

After the fire there's a falling rain
Washin' us free of the daily pain
Off the hook and down the drain
And out to the other side

To where the soil is rich
And muddy in the riverbed
Feed on the urgent promise
Of the dead tonight, tonight

I'm reminded of the "not great, but mostly okay, and anyway you better get used to it because that was life was going to be until you died" a lot lately.

Splits
SGMT AGGRG SEGMT PERMI AVGPC DIST
1.00 08:53 08:53 08:53 08:53 1.00
1.00 17:30 08:37 08:37 08:45 2.00
1.00 26:08 08:38 08:38 08:43 3.00
1.00 35:01 08:53 08:53 08:45 4.00
1.00 43:43 08:42 08:42 08:45 5.00
0.93 51:32 07:49 08:24 08:41 5.93

A little reflection

He didn't think about the creche much, but it wasn't that he'd had a bad time there. It was a lot like the army. Not great but mostly okay; and anyway you better get used to it because that was what life was going to be until you died.

David Drake, Redliners

6.6mi, 63:12, 27 JUN 10, Fort Leavenworth, Kansas

iThink:
Bear McCreary, "Wander My Friends"
David Bowie, "Life on Mars"

WX at 0900: 82.0 (27.8) DP 73.0 (22.8) BP 29.7 (1005) S 15 RH 74

Odometer 2: 179.4mi

Z3 low.
Average/max heart rate = 157/175

I woke up later than expected, but also intended to get in a long run, something which I traditionally had done on Sunday mornings.

One of the mistakes I made during the spring, and some of it may have been just the general intensity of stress I felt this past spring semester, but I didn't do any exercise on mornings that, had I thought about it more logically, I should've gotten out and gotten something in. I'll be more disciplined about it in the fall, partly because I'll actually be studying something about which I actually give a flying fuck.

It's not to say that early American history isn't important, but it has fuck-all to do with my dissertation, and I know myself well enough to know that when I don't care about something, it might as well not exist, because I really don't care.

Splits
SGMT AGGRG SEGMT PERMI AVGPC DIST
1.00 09:44 09:44 09:44 09:44 1.00
1.00 19:02 09:18 09:18 09:31 2.00
1.00 28:27 09:25 09:25 09:29 3.00
1.00 38:05 09:38 09:38 09:31 4.00
1.00 47:36 09:31 09:31 09:31 5.00
1.00 57:25 09:49 09:49 09:34 6.00
0.59 63:12 05:47 09:48 09:35 6.59

Why I loved Battlestar Galactica

If this isn't evocative, I don't know what is. Was rewatching a few old episodes of BSG this afternoon and had momentarily forgotten about this scene. Or to quote this from Television Without Pity, "Guest Starring Laura Roslin as Tisiphone, The Fury of Vengeance."

Of course, it goes without saying that I have a lot of rage. What else is new?



Yes, the video sucks. That's not the point! Go buy the disks. Season 4.5, Episode 14, "Blood on the Scales."

4.5mi, 41:04, 25 JUN 10, Fort Leavenworth, Kansas

iThink: David Bowie, "Life on Mars"

WX at 0700: 70.0 (21.1) DP 64.0 (17.8) BP 30.07 (1018) SSE 6 RH 81

Odometer 2: 172.8mi

Z3.
Average/max heart rate = 152/171

I went to sleep late but needed to get my licks in for a run while the weather was still good. Maybe tomorrow will entail some real wogging, but while it's only 70F outside, I have to get out there, and for a day of what was supposed to be light wogging, it was actually kind of productive. I was going distinctly easier than yesterday, but today felt better, not the least of why because I was going easier.

Splits
SGMT AGGRG SEGMT PERMI AVGPC DIST
1.00 09:26 09:26 09:26 09:26 1.00
1.00 18:41 09:15 09:15 09:20 2.00
1.00 27:38 08:57 08:57 09:13 3.00
1.00 36:31 08:53 08:53 09:08 4.00
0.50 41:04 04:33 09:06 09:08 4.50

5.9mi, 52:25, 24 JUN 10, Fort Leavenworth, Kansas

iThink:
Bruce Springsteen, "The River"
The Cure, "Primary" (live)

WX at 0700: 68.0 (20.0) DP 63.0 (17.2) BP 30.16 (1021) NNE 7 RH 83

Odometer 3: 8.0mi

Z3/Z4 uphills.
Average/max heart rate = 158/176

Yesterday was a rest day because was totally beat.

Today meant I needed to go longer, and I did. It's a sad sign when I consider just shy of 6 miles a "long" run, but it is lately. That, and I had a new pair of Asics GT-2140 trail shoes that I wanted to check out.

The weather was a good break from the scorching heat of the last few days, so it was a day I could ill afford to pass up - especially since it's a good 10F cooler than it was yesterday. That makes a huge difference in speed and how I felt, but temperature differences have always killed me.

Splits
SGMT AGGRG SEGMT PERMI AVGPC DIST
1.00 08:35 08:35 08:35 08:35 1.00
1.00 17:17 08:42 08:42 08:39 2.00
1.00 26:13 08:56 08:56 08:44 3.00
1.00 35:18 09:05 09:05 08:49 4.00
1.00 44:19 09:01 09:01 08:52 5.00
0.90 52:25 08:06 09:00 08:53 5.90

The Coolest Thing Ever

From DragonCon 2009, which I'm not sure I'd attend, but...

This is not necessarily to say that "chicks with guns make me hot" but you could argue that point. Then again, I can't pass up a meta-tag like "IDF Death Babes."

Only at DragonCon will you see Firefly tied-in with English literature. I'd so party with these ladies anytime.

Against my better judgment...

Although I don't admit to being a Star Trek fan, I couldn't pass this up. This is some exceptional editing. I can only imagine the man-hours spent putting this together.

I've heard the Ke$ha song, but otherwise know nothing about her.



Embarrassing, but respectable...

3.46mi, 31:16, 22 JUN 10, Fort Leavenworth, Kansas

iThink: Dos Gringos, "Going In For Guns"

WX at 0600: 78.1 (25.6) DP 73.0 (22.8) BP 29.95 (1014) SSW 8 RH 84

Odometer 2: 168.3mi

Z3 high.
Average/max heart rate = 150/169

My legs are starting to hurt, which makes me wonder if I did enough concerted work while in Virginia. I think not.

It also could be that it's oppressively humid here, more than I expected and today's forecast calls for high 90s. No matter, continue to march...

Splits
SGMT AGGRG SEGMT PERMI AVGPC DIST
1.00 09:08 09:08 09:08 09:08 1.00
1.00 18:01 08:53 08:53 09:00 2.00
1.00 27:08 09:07 09:07 09:03 3.00
0.46 31:16 04:08 08:59 09:02 3.46

4.6mi, 42:22, 21 JUN 10, Fort Leavenworth, Kansas

iThink:
David Bowie, "Life on Mars"
The Laziest Men on Mars, "Invasion of the Gabber Robots"

WX at 0600: 69.1 (20.6) DP 66.9 (19.4) BP 29.97 (1014) SSE 3 RH 92

Odometer 2: 164.8mi

Z3 high.
Average/max heart rate = 151/174

For not working that hard (supposedly) I didn't feel that great. Some of it could be all the hills here at Fort Leavenworth, which could contribute to what feels like dead legs.

Life on Mars was the only appropriate song for how I feel being back at home after a month away. I gets stranger every time I leave.

Splits
SGMT AGGRG SEGMT PERMI AVGPC DIST
1.00 09:19 09:19 09:19 09:19 1.00
1.00 18:50 09:31 09:31 09:25 2.00
1.00 28:12 09:22 09:22 09:24 3.00
1.00 36:57 08:45 08:45 09:14 4.00
0.59 42:22 05:25 09:11 09:14 4.59

Epic Fail

I have returned to Kansas.

Instead of my grandiose goal of losing 10 pounds, I have gained 6. This is, to put it mildly, fucking bullshit.

I know what I'm doing the rest of the summer...intensifying the rabbit food diet and running LSD until the school year starts. This has astronomical potential for suck.

Speaking the truth too freely

And the only word that comes to mind is...dude.

4.8mi, 42:52, 17 JUN 10, Colonial Heights, Virginia

iThink:
Gary Glitter, "Rock and Roll" (no shit.)
The Bats, "Courage"

WX at 0600: 72.0 (22.2) DP 69.1 (20.6) BP 29.94 (1013) NW 5 RH 90

Odometer 2: 160.2mi

Z3/Z4 uphills.
Average/max heart rate = 150/170

Last night was my mother's birthday, and we were going to head to a vaguely swanky restaurant, until we called and found out the restaurant was closed because there was a power problem at the mall where it was. We ended up heading to Angela's, an Italian restaurant that's not too far from my parents' house and has been around for about 25 years. I remember when that location was a Milton's Pizza back when I was in elementary school, but Angela's has become somewhat of an institution in the West End, or at least that part of it.

Running this morning, I stopped after the first 2.5 miles to prevent what would've been a craptactularly bad run. After a brief pit stop, I cranked out the second lap in decent order. I was rather surprised, actually, that my start was as quick (relatively) as it was. I knew mile 4 was going to be painful since it was mostly uphill - which may explain why the last .8 was so fast in comparison, since it was gentle downhill.

Splits
SGMT AGGRG SEGMT PERMI AVGPC DIST
1.00 09:13 09:13 09:13 09:13 1.00
1.00 18:13 09:00 09:00 09:07 2.00
1.00 26:50 08:37 08:37 08:57 3.00
1.00 36:04 09:14 09:14 09:01 4.00
0.80 42:52 06:48 08:30 08:56 4.80

Ghosts of Ramen past, redux

My old friend JWER has decided to reboot his blog. Fortunately, through the tabbed browsing feature of Firefox, I have retained three rows worth of tabs, one of which was still showing what I consider my future eulogy.

I seesaw between whether I'll outlive my friends or not. JWER is a good case in point; while I exercise a lot more and indulge far fewer physical vices than he does, perhaps (aside from the Weyerbacher Merry Monks' Belgian Style Golden Ale - a triple much like Delerium Nocturnum and about the same level of potency, w00t!), but he chose a much less hazardous profession. So the tossup is still out there.

That said, if I get spammed before he does, I need him to be the alternate candidate for a Speaker for the Dead at my funeral. The other candidate is the Midnight Tree Bandit, who I have known just a bit longer than JWER, but not by much.

With that said, rescued from the dead, here's my future eulogy, with apologies to JWER. I remember the official purpose of this trip - it was because of my duties for the Army's Strategic Readiness System, a part of which I had some nominal responsibility:
--
August 20, 2004: "Ghosts of Ramen Past"

Last week my friend Decrepitude was (almost*) in town for a couple of days, and in the spirit of reliving my nomadic, spartan college days, I crashed on the armchair in his hotel room two nights running. Missing was the girly power pop, the green and black BBS screen, and the ramen. Especially the ramen. Back when we were sophomores at JHU, shortly after my parents had moved an embarrassingly short distance from campus, I embarked upon a trek from house to apartment to Reading Room in search of a place to sleep and/or weather a hangover so as not to arouse the suspicions of the aforementioned parents (they tend to wonder when you're sleeping when you clearly ought to be in SOME class). I tried not to be a burden on any one friend for too long a stretch, but Decrepitude was a different story; he lived close to campus, by himself, and kept conveniently weird hours. We ran a BBS together (actually, he ran it, I just put it on my resume), we listened to a lot of College Tunez™, we watched violent movies frame-by-frame, and I spectated as he played all manner of homicidal video games. When food was imperative, it was either off to that paragon of the culinary arts, CC Carryout (which is still there, thank Bulgogi) or, more likely, his endless supply of ramen. I’m glad he wasn’t keeping track, because I’m pretty sure I ate about $700 worth of ramen that year.

The sleeping arrangements were rather austere, as befit the lodgings of a cheap-ass Army ROTC cadet, and I spent a lot of time on a spare sleeping bag on the hardwood (since I spent all of high school sleeping on a twin futon mattress that was about 3 inches thick, this was not a big deal. In fact, I think most of the back pain of the last few years has had to do with my foolish insistence on sleeping on actual mattresses). We were both more or less perennially single, and spent a lot of time bitching about that, and absolutely zero time actually attempting to change the state of affairs in any way. Of course, this was before JHU lowered their acceptance standards to let more beautiful people in, so all the remotely attractive women were already well spoken for, but it is barely possible that occasionally leaving a small dark room with no women in it might increase one’s prospects of scoring (it’s the BIG dark rooms where all the magic happens, especially if the floor is sticky). We also have something in common that I shared with pretty much none of my other friends, which is a deeply ingrained sense of honor which more or less completely embarrasses the hell out of me to even talk about, and yet is at the very core of my personality. I blame my upbringing in the shadow of the Naval Academy. Decrepitude was in the Army, so he was expected to be like this, but I met many of his classmates over the years, and very few of them even came close. He is a rare duck. I believe I am some sort of infrequent waterfowl, as well. To stave off the inevitable comments, most of you will recognize this trait in me as my complete unwillingness to ever let anything go, ever, if I believe that it is Cosmically Unjust. You may think I've let one or two things go over the years, but they're still in there somewhere. Eventually, my head will explode. I'll try to warn you if you're standing nearby.

We met up after I got off work on Tuesday, and by the time I finally figured out where in the hell his hotel was, it was too late to do much but drink, so we did just that. I am both proud and horrified that I can still out-drink most of my college friends, but it was never much of a challenge with Decrepitude, who is known the world over for highly entertaining drunken antics, usually ensuing mere moments after the alcohol was introduced (there are stories about me, too, but most of them aren’t very funny). He held his own this time; I think he’s been practicing. Either that or I was off my game. That, and I had forgotten to pack my Chartreuse. We talked and drank and drank and talked, about the state of our lives and the state of the world, and when it was starting to get late, we started back for the hotel and I had an extremely ill-advised cheese steak from Jerry’s, which I was almost certain had been banned in the mid-90’s. Alas no. I slept a fitful, and yet apparently quite snore-laden, sleep on the armchair (it was a big bed, ‘tis true, but the only friends of mine I’m willing to spoon with have always been tragically unwilling to spoon with me. Also: don’t ask, don’t tell).

He had talked about running around Arlington National Cemetery in the morning, and while he was to eventually wuss out and run a less gigantic circuit, I was still pretty damned impressed that he’s still in good enough shape to run a greater distance that I’ve run in my entire life, all at once, the morning after a small herd of beer. He did whine a little about the hills later, but they were eminently whine-worthy, and I was only walking them.

The next night, he had some Green Polyester event to attend, so I got my haircut and bought a crapload of books at KramerBooks and Olsson’s and schlepped them back to scenic Food Court, I mean Courthouse. I got a bit of a head start on the beer while waiting for him to get back, and then we went to the always excellent Brickskellar, where our need for beer was somewhat curtailed by the rather epic price of our first selection. Still, it was a good time, and I’m glad I decided to come down; we don’t get to see each other very often at all (i.e.: just like all my other good friends, including the supposedly pregnant one that lives 5 miles away). We’ve both gone through a lot since we first met, we’re still good friends, and I think our shared feeling that there’s a right way to live one’s life, even if we don’t completely agree on the particulars, is still very much intact. I just hope he never tries to collect on the ramen tab.

* good LORD does Northern Virginia suck ass

5.0mi, 45:22, 15 JUN 10, Colonial Heights, Virginia

iThink: David Bowie, "Life on Mars"

WX at 0600: 73.0 (22.8) BP 70.0 (21.1) DP 29.96 (1014) NNE 7 RH 90

Odometer 2: 155.4mi

Z3/Z4 uphills.
Average/max heart rate = 158/174

I went to sleep a little later than I wanted last night, but I got up about 10 minutes before my alarm went off at 5:30am. I went back to sleep, determined to get as much as I could get.

I realized I couldn't take two rest days in a row, not while I have the wherewithal to do it, so I decided to take on a 5-miler. My legs are still pretty beat, which irritates me, but at least I'm still getting back at it. I am deliberately trying not to get too bent out of shape because I'm running so slowly. I have a few months of self-destruction to make up before I get back at the grinder again this fall.

Being around my parents as much as I have the last few weeks is part of why the Bowie song is stuck in my head.

Splits
SGMT AGGRG SEGMT PERMI AVGPC DIST
1.00 09:20 09:20 09:20 09:20 1.00
1.00 18:35 09:15 09:15 09:17 2.00
1.00 27:40 09:05 09:05 09:13 3.00
1.00 37:00 09:20 09:20 09:15 4.00
1.00 45:30 08:30 08:30 09:06 5.00

3.1mi, 29:09, 13 JUN 10, Richmond, Virginia

iThink:
Marvin Gaye and Kim Weston, "It Takes Two"
Dos Gringos, "Jeremiah Weed"
Edmund Butt, opening theme from Ashes to Ashes

WX at 1000: 82.0 (27.8) DP 72.0 (22.2) BP 29.92 (1013) WSW 9 RH 71

Odometer 2: 150.4mi

Z3.
Average/max heart rate = 152/170

Yes, I've been binging out on British police procedurals lately. I am singularly unapologetic, but maybe it's because I enjoy seeing nontraditional characters like Philip Glenister's Gene Hunt.

Short run today. My legs were beat up from yesterday's long one; it's been a while since I've kicked out 6 miles. I kept at the run by heart rate rather than pace, but since I was going a shorter distance, it wasn't as big a deal.

Splits
SGMT AGGRG SEGMT PERMI AVGPC DIST
1.00 09:08 09:08 09:08 09:08 1.00
1.00 18:48 09:40 09:40 09:24 2.00
1.00 27:54 09:06 09:06 09:18 3.00
0.14 29:09 01:15 08:56 09:17 3.14

6.15mi, 62:41, 12 JUN 10, Richmond, Virginia

iThink:
Dos Gringos, "Going In For Guns"
82d Airborne Division, "The All-American Soldier"
Oasis, "Wonderwall"

WX at 1300: 90.0 (32.2) DP 68.0 (20.0) BP 30.08 (1018) SSW 8 RH 48

Odometer 2: 147.2mi

Z3/Z4.
Average/max heart rate = 159/171

Today was a late, late start. I realized that starting in the mid-day in June in Virginia I was going to run based off heart rate rather than pace. This was probably wise.

In my usual disdain for American television, I've recently started watching the BRITISH version of Life on Mars. It doesn't insult the viewer's intelligence the way that most American television incessantly does. The ending of the respective British and American series is an excellent case in point. I'd rather not watch a show that implies that viewers can't take the truth.

I realized that Life on Mars also provides a rather pointed allegory for my own life. I realize this particularly when I'm around my mother, who can't understand why I cultivate being such a fucking asshole from time to time. My mother is a sheep. I'd like to think I'm a sheepdog with some wolf-like tendencies. I am singularly unapologetic. I can't stand being around sheep for very long, though. They spark my incipient rage.

This is where I quote Thomas Paine: "If there must be trouble let it be in my day, that my child may have peace."

Splits
SGMT AGGRG SEGMT PERMI AVGPC DIST
1.00 09:44 09:44 09:44 09:44 1.00
1.00 19:41 09:57 09:57 09:50 2.00
1.00 29:32 09:51 09:51 09:51 3.00
1.00 39:40 10:08 10:08 09:55 4.00
1.00 50:40 11:00 11:00 10:08 5.00
1.00 01:18 10:38 10:38 10:13 6.00
0.15 02:41 01:23 09:13 10:12 6.15

So, so true...

5.0mi, 43:29, 8 JUN 10, Fort Leavenworth, Kansas

iThink:
David Lowe, "BBC News 24 Countdown" (Megamix 2)
Hilary Duff, "Wake Up"
Dos Gringos, "Going In For Guns"

WX at 0600: 63.0 (17.2) DP 52.0 (11.1) BP 30.08 (1018) N 8 RH 67

Odometer 2: 141.0mi

Z3 high/Z4.
Average/max heart rate = 158/170

I'd seen the BBC news theme while I was in Qatar a few years back, since there was a TV tuned to that particular news channel and I didn't feel like my brain was rotting away like it feels when I watch Fox News.

I also saw it in a dramatization of a nuclear attack on Britain (which I think I saw from a related web search of the 1983 TV movie The Day After a few months back).

As an occasional fan of trance music, David Lowe's theme, remixed, is not bad.

Today was as good a day as it'll get. I woke up late and the only thing that woke me up was the train passing by as it blew its horn. I'm okay with that, since I'd forgotten to set my alarm last night. Oops.

A little different route, and a rewarding run, although dodging traffic on Jefferson Davis Highway (US Route 1) can get occasionally dicey. I was also racing the train signal as it started to drop, and was trying to make a corner quickly so I wasn't stopping a bus from making a wide turn it needed to make. Yay, opportunities for death by misadventure!

Splits
SGMT AGGRG SEGMT PERMI AVGPC DIST
1.00 08:53 08:53 08:53 08:53 1.00
1.00 17:50 08:57 08:57 08:55 2.00
1.00 26:10 08:20 08:20 08:43 3.00
1.00 34:46 08:36 08:36 08:41 4.00
1.00 43:29 08:43 08:43 08:42 5.00

4.6mi , 41:22, 7 JUN 10, Colonial Heights, Virginia

iThink:
Descendents, "Coolidge" (thanks, jwer.)
Los Campesinos, "The Sea is a Good Place to Think of the Future"

WX at 0600: 63.0 (17.2) DP 55.9 (13.3) BP 29.81 (1009) Calm RH 72

Odometer 2: 136.0mi

Z3 start, Z4 finish.
Average/max heart rate = 155/171

I was running after a sybaritic (sort of) weekend of high school reunion, on which I'll comment later.

I was tired, but didn't really have a choice. I needed to get at it, so I did, and I felt better, naturally, by about the 30-35 minute mark.

The miles were mostly consistent as I started to settle - and I started picking up more speed later as is customary...but after I hit the last mile split, I realized I'd felt a lot better and would run to appropriate intensity. I was also racing a train signal I was desperately hoping would not drop before I got there, so I was closing the gap at glimpses of 7:37/mi, which I couldn't have done at the beginning of the run.

I guess I should run in the afternoons, but I feel like too much of a wimp to do that when it was hot this past week. This week, maybe better.

Splits
SGMT AGGRG SEGMT PERMI AVGPC DIST
1.00 09:08 09:08 09:08 09:08 1.00
1.00 18:17 09:09 09:09 09:09 2.00
1.00 27:20 09:03 09:03 09:07 3.00
1.00 36:31 09:11 09:11 09:08 4.00
0.60 41:22 04:51 08:05 09:00 4.60

3.3mi, 31:46, 5 JUN 10, Richmond, Virginia

iThink: none

WX at 0900: 82.0 (27.8) DP 70.0 (21.1) BP 29.84 (1010) W 10 RH 67

Odometer 2: 131.4mi

Z4.
Average/max heart rate = 159/185

It absolutely did not feel like 67% relative humidity. Today was the alumni run here at St Christopher's, where I spent 12 of my formative years, three of which were on the cross-country team.

It was good to see people I hadn't seen before, and realized that some of my ire at my classmates may have been misplaced. Either that, or maybe I've gotten mellower in some of my later age and part of my burning rage I felt my senior year and after graduation has perhaps gone away. Maybe.

I certainly haven't gotten much mellower in the last few years, but two decades brings some perspective. Some people have not changed. Some people have. I know I have, and have a degree of self-confidence I never possessed when I was there.

Strange, the power of memory...

Splits
SGMT AGGRG SEGMT PERMI AVGPC DIST
1.00 09:21 09:21 09:21 09:21 1.00
1.00 18:48 09:27 09:27 09:24 2.00
1.00 28:50 10:02 10:02 09:37 3.00
0.32 35:30 06:40 20:50 10:42 3.32

Creepy as all hell

It bugs my parents that I'm such a twinkie, but this is some creepy ass shit.



I find it, in some ways, even creepier than Threads, which is downright the scariest movie I've ever seen about nuclear war.

4.57mi, 40:51, 3 JUN 10, Colonial Heights, Virginia

iThink: The Bats, "Courage"

WX at 0600: 72.0 (22.2) DP 69.1 (20.6) BP 29.76 (1007) SSW 6 mist RH 90

Odometer 2: 128.0mi

Z3 high.
Average/max heart rate = 152/174

Today was overcast, which meant less motivation to go out. It was also warm, and humid. I went out anyway. I need it after the last few days of sybaritic eating and drinking in Washington DC the last two days.

The only other veneer of exercise I got yesterday was walking from Main State to a parking garage a mile away. It beat paying for parking. I'm cheap, if not quite as lazy as once thought.

That sill doesn't change the fact that my Weight Loss Plan is not working the way I intended...

Splits
SGMT AGGRG SEGMT PERMI AVGPC DIST
1.00 09:05 09:05 09:05 09:05 1.00
1.00 18:07 09:02 09:02 09:03 2.00
1.00 26:58 08:51 08:51 08:59 3.00
1.00 36:10 09:12 09:12 09:02 4.00
0.57 40:51 04:41 08:13 08:56 4.57