Last night in Nashville I walked the York Gary Loop in 28:51, after I found out that the course I'd walked since the fall of 1997 was closer to 2.15 miles. In 1997 I weighed 192 pounds, and my theory is that I thought then something like, fuck, that's close enough. Usually, in those days, I didn't run when I was at my mom's. Anyway, go back and knock a couple of minutes off all my York Gary Loop times.
I played pretty well today, after 13 days off. I had three penalty strokes at First Tee, but still scored a 46 from the middle tees, with 3 pars, 3 bogeys, 2 doubles, and 1 triple. I"m not sure what my record is for putts over nine holes. I know I once had 30 for 18. Today I used 14, which I'm pretty sure at least ties my best, with five two putts and four one putts, from roughly five to seven feet.
I jogged and walked the Chandler Street Loop tonight in 35:28, with splits of 12:17, 11:50, and 11:21.
SENTENCE OF THE DAY from A Different Closet
All she approved of was the smile that acknowledged and balanced his oddness; he wore it often, like now, as he attempted to defend his thousand-dollar jalopy.
SENTENCE OF THE DAY (for Tuesday) from A Different Closet
“Wait a minute,” Ronald Hardman said. “Stop right there. Let me make sure I got this straight. You’re telling me this overnight gay sensation thinks he can take my seat? He knocks out A.J. Carmichael, and now he thinks he’s qualified to run for congress? They didn’t say anything about that on 60 Minutes, did they?”
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