It was gray and just cold enough this morning to sting my hands. I ran and walked the Oranage Street Loop in 33:48, with mile splits of 11:18, 11:20, and 11:10. It required more effort than similar runs last Friday and Saturday, so did not encourage me.
Tomorow morning I will cover 10 miles. My current thought doesn't care how fast I go, so long as comfort prevails.
My neck feels fine, almost like a middle-aged man's should.
I will leave in half an hour to drive to Mount Ida for its semifinal playoff game with Carlisle. Treats will include my first view of Mount Ida's football stadium, a stop by Oaklawn Park for an hour of money-squandering, and my first meal at the Mount Ida Cafe since the spring of 1977. Tim Cooper ate there last Friday and said it was "great." I hope the fried chicken tastes as good as it did 30 years ago.
Also, the hour drive from Hot Springs to Mount Ida (past Camp Clearfork) is beautiful, particularly now.
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