I jogged the Maple Street Loop this morning in 20:59, with splits of 10:47, and 10:11. I ran pretty fast the last nineteen seconds to break twenty-one minutes.
Man, I saw a Jenna White character today. I walked six miles on the River Trail, in 1:33:24, to make room for beer as I watch Alabama bury the Razorbacks this afternoon, but had forgotten this was the day of the Big Dam Bridge 100-mile bike race. So, I got to spend ninety minutes watching a bike race from the course itself. It was fun, pure entertainment. Miss Bike Race appeared late. She was small, maybe a little chunky, in purple and gold, with freckles and a two-million-dollar I-love-everyone-including-you smile that actually made me consider driving to the finish. I probably should've, just to know whether the JW comparison holds weight. It could be that bike helmets fall into the same, cuteness-enhancing category as baseball hats.
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