Monday evening in Nashville I jogged and walked, for a total of about five minutes, four miles out and back on Old Center Point Road in 42:58, with splits of 11:12, 11:02, 10:40, and 10:04. I walked the York Gary Loop on Tuesday morning in 29:20. I walked the Levy Loop in 27:30 this morning.
Starting this afternoon at two o'clock Central, I played First Tee from the back with Randall Hunhoff in 46, with 2 pars, 4 bogeys, and 3 doubles. I used 17 putts.
SENTENCE OF THE DAY from A Different Closet
Hardman wore a smile as a disguise, betrayed for Ingram by its wryness.
SENTENCE OF THE DAY (for Tuesday) from A Different Closet
Ingram was capable now, he knew, as he launched from his left leg, with the ball tucked in his right palm reaching the height of the rim three feet away, and then rising above his target with six inches of clearance, all this ingrained to feel instinctive as his shoulder and elbow and wrist pronated in order, with the ball launched down at an angle to stroke the back of the shiny new nylon net.
SENTENCE OF THE DAY (for Monday) from A Different Closet
He remembered similar experiences, when he seemed to transcend what he perceived as his physiological limit; athletes know about them, those rare, easily recallable instances when they ran faster or jumped higher or pushed harder than before, feats they never considered until they were upon them and became inevitable.
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