My heel barely hurt this morning as I walked the Levy Loop in 29:20. If it had felt this way under normal circumstances, I would've noticed it, but been unconcerned.
Goddamn, man, this swimming is hard. I guess I counted correctly the other day, because I did 1000 yards at the Hays Center this morning in 26:16. My pulse rate was 160 beats a minute when I finished, which is probably within fifteen beats of my max, and I swear to god, I was going as slowly as I could go without sinking.
This afternoon I walked the Levy Trail in 31:59.
OVERHEARD
"You know, I was just thinking, 'What kind of dumbass motherfucker's walking right down the middle of the fucking street, parallel to a fucking sidewalk.' And then I was like, 'Oh, right. Fucking Perkins.' "
—Sam Hardcastle, who was a hard-drinking, funny-as-hell Hasher from c. 1985-95, from his pickup truck on 35th Street
I PLAN TO STAB...
...the next person who says "conscious effort"
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