I was a little over two miles into the five-mile 33rd Street Loop this morning when it began to seem odd how slowly I was going. My third or fourth suspicion was hypoglycemia. I successfully performed some elementary math, and then started counting presidents backward: "Obama, Bush, ...." Shit. Clinton? Is that possible? Has it only been eight years since he was president. Wait. One term is four years, I know that. You know what, I think I'll eat this tube of Vi Fuel Endurance Gel.
Five minutes later I was fine.
I completed the loop in 1:08:21, with splits of 13:12, 13:53, 15:21, and the last two miles in 25:53. I jogged the last 10:26 non-stop and felt very well when I finished.
Tonight I alternated two-minute runs with three-minute walks to complete the Maple Street Loop in 25:05, once again on very lively legs.
How can anyone, who isn't currently a fan of the Cardinals, Giants, or Orioles, possibly not cheer for the Kansas City Royals?
OVERHEARD
"It's thirtain-sevin, Arkinsawww!"
—man with a deep southern Levy accent on his front porch on Maple Street with the score of the Arkansas-Alabama football game. I didn't want to know anything about it, since I plan to watch it on ESPN3 after (I hope) San Francisco beats the dog piss out of St. Louis in Game I of the NL Championship series, but was nevertheless pleased to hear the score and the man's delight
GUESS WHAT?
This morning they opened Levy's first Waffle House. It's directly across the street from McDonald's, a four-minute walk from my house. I probably will no longer be able to afford my property taxes
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