Man, I struggled through this. I was a little disappointed to see it was only 82 degrees 10 minutes after I finished my run of the Park Hill Loop. Seventy-seven percent humidity made it "feel like" 88 according to weather.com. It felt like a zillion to me. Plus, fuck, why is it that when it's 45 and dry as a turkey breast the wind blows 50 miles an hour and on nights like tonight the air's as dead as my grandparents?
The loop took me 51:47, with splits of 10:31, 10:44, 10:14, 10:22, and 9:57, and I felt awful every step of the way, like there was a wet electric blanket wrapped around me.
Early yesterday evening I walked two miles with mother around Nashville City Park. What delighted me was that mom, on her first walk of the year after nearly six months of three-times-a-week working on a bunch of aerobic machines at the old-folks fitness center sponsored by the Howard County Medical Center, walked like an Olympian. I'm not kidding; I almost asked her to slow down. "Jiminy Cricket, Mother, why. ...you're walking great."
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