Park Hill-33rd Street Loops/Levy Trail

I walked and jogged the Park Hill-33rd Street Loops in 2:19:38 this morning. I attempted to begin by alternating one-minute jogs with nine-minute walks, with a one-minute decrease on the walks each mile. I held pretty steady, but knew there was no way—without great effort—I could run the final non-stop. This pacing technique, by the way, served well as a blood-sugar gauge. My splits were 14:04, 15:15, 14:25, 14:24, 14:12, 14:01, 13:48, 13:56, 13:22, and 12:11. I ran non-stop for the final one-minute, thirty-eight seconds, as I succumbed for the first time in a while to the temptation to break a random time barrier (in this case, 2:20).

Today's scheduled football has engendered great expectations. For the first time I can remember, the teams in the Super Bowl semifinals were clearly the best through the regular season. The New England-at-Denver game has in every regard potential to stand as a classic. If it's close, decided late by either team, people will talk about it fifty years from now; particularly if Peyton Manning and Tom Brady excel. I can't wait. No no no. No. I can't fucking wait.

Unfortunately, I don't think many people will talk about the New England-Denver game, not even tomorrow. After it was over, I walked a calorie-burning two miles on the Levy Trail in 30:26. There were good food smells all over Levy. Here's hoping the 49ers-Seahawks game goes right to the wire.

OVERHEARD

"She fine."

—a man on his front porch on the other side of Orange Street Hill, after I asked him how Duchess was. Duchess is his household's female German Shepherd. She is colored and shaped exactly like Rin Tin Tin, except for, you know