I walked and jogged the Foggy Mountain Drive Loop this morning in 47:00. I'm not sure, but I think I first ran this loop in 2004. I have guessed that it was roughly three miles around, and today learned that it's three miles and a quarter according to my Chevy.
Following a trip to the used bookstore on Grand, I drove twenty minutes to Fairmount Park in Collinsville, Illinois, where I lost a total of $3.80. I made an $8.20 profit on a two-dollar bet on a filly in the 11th race at Churchill Downs, a bet based on nothing more than an argument I overheard shortly after I entered the airplane-hanger-like facility. I spent the next forty-five minutes studying the Belmont Stakes form, only to lose bets totaling $12. I had a $2 win ticket on Atigun, who started at 20-1 and looked like the winner when the field turned for home. He finished third, and payed ten dollars and change to show. He would've paid a little over forty had he won. Oh well. Fuck it. At least I was able to confirm that Fairmount is a fifteen-minute drive from downtown.
OVERHEARD
"[Lance] Berkman can knock it out of here with one swing of the bat."
—Jim Perkins, late in the St. Louis Cardinals 6-2 loss to the Cleveland Indians last night
"I'm masturbating."
—six-year-old boy at It's a Better Burger in St. Charles, Mo, as he played with what appeared to be hollow, metal disc of some sort. His mother said, "What did you say?"..."I'm masturbating," he said."...She leaned toward him, whispered, and sat back to join her husband in sheepish smiles, nods of heads, and hands to faces
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