All I did Sunday was drive a 5K course and pour Kroger-brand flour on the streets of Levy and Park Hill, then host 30 Little Rock Hashers to a party of presents, hot dogs, and several gallons of beer at my house on Orange Street.
Yesterday I walked nine holes at Fort Roots and teamed with John Kelley to win the Levy Christmas Classic.
Today, after driving from Nashville and watching three cats sprint from my house, I hit a dozen golf balls at the Fort Roots driving range, then ran and walked 6 miles on the River Trail in 59:40, with mile splits of 10:48, 10:30, 10:12, 9:48, 9:18, and 9:04. I walked a little less each mile, until the last 2 when I ran non-stop. Those miles delighted me. I felt light and fast.
Now I feel old to think I let 2 miles run in 18:22 make me feel light and fast.
My house smells like a spoiled hot dog and beer. Sam is in my lap, and says she doesn't care about the odor.
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