NASHVILLE — Friday night, as I lay for sleep in my mother's guest-room bed, I noticed a sharp pain in my left breast. It felt like the result of someone having plunked me with a ball-peen hammer a day or two before. Saturday morning at about 6 a.m., I gave it a test run on Sunset Drive and Third Street. It still hurt. That, combined with mother's reluctance to join me for a 25-mile drive to and the subsequent crowd at the Watermelon Festival 5K in Hope, led me to skip the race and instead eat a big plate of eggs, bacon, and hash browns. The pain persisted throughout the day. I diagnosed it as lung cancer, which made me think more highly of my five-mile, out-and-back run on Old Center Point Road at 8:30 p.m. Central last night, covered in 49:26, with splits of 10:36, 10:24, 9:57, 9:23, and 9:06.
This morning the pain endures and has migrated through to my back, which gives it a familiar feeling. Perhaps it's not lung cancer and I have overrated my last run.
Friday morning I walked the Levy Loop.
I walked the Orange Street Loop this morning and ran and walked about three miles with Ron Gimblet and Basil Julian at Rick Rainey's Hash run in Sherwood this evening.
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