"Discouragement" should not apply to frivolous things like running and golf, but, in my shallow life, it can. It was discouraging to realize after a mile of what should have been a 16-mile run this morning that I felt worse than ever last year, when I was not nearly so fit. I planned to take it very easy, just finish the goddamn thing, but even a 13:30 first mile was difficult enough to request I turn back into a cold east wind and return to my car.
Oh well. It's too late to make the Olympic team, and, anyway, U.S. Open qualifying is still a couple of months away.
I played with Jerry, the same guy I played with two weeks ago, at Hindman Park Golf Course this afternoon, and scored a 94, with nines of 47 and 47. I used 34 putts. I played the last two holes of each nine in one-over. Most pleasing were two compliments I received on my gray-and-blue sweater, a birthday present, and a perfect sweater for golf.
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