The hints of fall I wrote of a couple of weeks ago have been replaced by hints of summer, the kind that come in late spring and inspire me to say things like, "Well, you know, it ain't gonna get any better." It's 88 degrees with a heat index of 99 at noon Central. I walked and jogged the 38th Street Loop in 26:52.
Tonight, after the Reds' 12th-inning victory over Pittsburgh gave them a six-game lead with 21 to go, I jogged the three-mile version of the 33rd Street Loop in 32:04, with splits of 10:54, 10:34, and 10:36.
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