I played Hindman in 3 hours, 42 minutes, and scored a 91, with nines of 45 and 46. I had 5 pars, 8 bogies, 4 doubles and 1 triple, and 34 putts.
My late-night tour of the Gimblett Loop was nice, particularly considering it came nine hours after walking Hindman at 80 degrees. I ran it in 52:36, with splits of 10:36, 11:08, 10:09, 10:20 and 10:23. I ate a bit too late, at 7 p.m., three hours before I started, so the concomitant insulin injection lingered enough to drain my blood sugar. It dropped from 138 to 39 (which might be its lowest measurement after a run). That helps explain why I ran the final, sharply downhill mile so slowly. Still, this result pleased and encouraged me.
John Kelly called as I wrote that last entry. He was drunk. He didn't say hello or anything of the sort. He shouted, "What's the difference between a mallard duck with a cold and your mother is a whore?" and hung up.
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That's even better than the joke about the blonde, the brunette, and the redhead that walk into a bar.
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