It's nearly sultry, 29 degrees, but this heat wave is scheduled to end tomorrow. Fuck, they've called for record lows, into single digits, highs under 30 the next three days. Pam and Samantha have settled; I walked the Levy Loop in 29:47 and neither wanted out when I returned. Jo remains undetered, though she seems confused by her solid water supply in the bird bath.
I will try to golf this afternoon, do 400s this evening, then hibernate through the weekend's NFL playoffs.
First Tee has one-year memberships on sale for $300; I guess I will play a lot of shitty golf through Jan. 5, 2011. I started today with a one-man scramble. Litterally, I'm not exagerating, I didn't hit a single solid shot. Scrambling, for god's sake, I scored a 48, with 1 par, 4 bogies, and 4 doubles. The high today was 36, and it was kind of windy. I guess that's an excuse. I'm still cold.
Intervals are out. Instead I jogged the Levy Loop, beginning at about 7:30 p.m. Central, on perfectly lifeless legs in 21:28, with splits of 11:04 and 10:24.
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