Hash/Levy Trail

I was a little late but met the Geezers on the Levy Trail this morning. I was out for 33:34.
Yesterday I was out for just under an hour on Cassandra's Hash run from MacArthur Park.

I PLAN TO STAB...
...the next adult who calls a bathroom "the little boy's" or "the little girl's" room. C'mon. Where and why did that fucking start? I heard someone say it in the War Memorial Stadium press box tonight. An overweight sixty-year-old man: "I gotta go to the little boy's room"

Lakewood Lake No. 3

We Geezers alternated one-minute jogs with three-minute walks this morning for 1:17:05. I'd say we went a little less than six miles around Lakewood.

Orange Street Loop

I walked the Orange Street Loop this afternoon in 48:39.

Levy Trail Loop/Hash

I walked the Levy Trail Loop late this morning in 30:42 and am currently about twenty minutes away from watching the Packers play the Pittsburgh Steelers. I plan to eat two grilled-cheese sandwiches and fried new potatoes and onions while I watch. Fuck it, I'm hungry.
I was out for 2:03:54 on our Hash run late this afternoon in Maumelle and, after about 1:40, was in bad shape. Cassandra and her boyfriend helped me in.

Levy Trail South

I alternated one-minute jogs with four-minute walks to complete Levy Trail North at lunchtime today in 26:42. At 12:04 p.m., it's overcast and 71°F in Levy. My air conditioner has been off since since about 9 p.m. Wednesday. I think it will be back on by tomorrow afternoon.

Burns Park Loop

Three Geezer women and I did the Burns Park Loop this morning. I walked it in 1:31:54 with I'll guess about seven or eight minutes of jogging. It was 62°F when we started, and 66 when I finished. My kitchen window fan has been on since about 10 last night, and the temperature in my house is currently 68. I'm wearing a long-sleeve T-shirt.
By the way, as I turned down the final hill toward the parking lot, with about three minutes to go, it occurred to me that my twenty-dollar BCG Evades make perfect trail shoes for me. My feet felt great

Ghetto Cat Loop

I walked the Ghetto Cat Loop this morning in 32:33. It's cloudy and muggy in Levy, but weather.com predicts lows tonight and tomorrow of 59°F. My air conditioner might get a couple of days off.

Poplar Street Loop

I walked one-lap of the Poplar Street Loop this morning to complete two miles in 34:08, with the loop in 17:19. Now I'm on to Nashville and Hot Springs.

Levy Loopl/Poplar Street Loop

I walked the Levy Loop this morning for the first time in a while, a month or two anyway, and completed it in 31:50.
This evening I walked and jogged one lap of the Poplar Street Loop to compete two miles in 32:45, and the loop in 14:33. I jogged downhill and level for a total of about five minutes.

OVERHEARD
"You need to walk. You're starting to get a belly."
— Jeff Lukas from the front porch of a house next door to the Chiropractic Clinic

Levy Trail North/Levy Trail 5K

I walked Levy Trail North at lunchtime today in 33:18, hoping the whole time that Spieth and Day pull away from the field and have to play until they're stopped by darkness.
This evening I walked the Levy Trail 5K in 50:24 and went through three miles in 48:57.

OVERHEARD
"They're in there talking per usual, the same as mine."
— man in the Levy Church of Christ parking lot after another man said, "Do you know where my girls are?"

Chandler Street Loop

I alternated four-minute walks with one-minute jogs to complete the Chandler Street Loop this morning in 44:20.

Levy Trail Loop

I walked the Levy Trail Loop this morning in 31:25. My foot still burns a little, but I think it will make it. I went about a mile on Sunday at Clearfork, but my foot hurt and it was 102°F. Does anyone else remember the tacos they served for Sunday lunch at Clearfork in 2013? This Sunday we had boiled hot dogs (no one remembered to buy charcoal).
It's still a little muggy here, 91 with a heat index of 98, but the weather woman on Channel 11 said a front will run through today that will turn the air drier than two motherfuckers. Our low tonight will be in the 60s and the high tomorrow in the upper 80s.

OVERHEARD
"This ain't right. Porn belongs on the big screen in the bedroom or the cellphone in the bathroom."
—redneck character on the sitcom Modern Family after he saw a nude sculpture in a neighbor's backyard

Levy Trail Loop/38th Street Loop

Before I went to sleep Thursday night I noticed a slight burning irritation on the ball of my right middle toe. It hurt like two motherfuckers when I stepped out of bed Friday morning, certainly too much to consider walking or jogging. I thought it might have been a blister. Last night I went for a very slow walk on the Levy Trail, but pain forced me back inside after a little more than ten minutes. At last I visually examined the source of the pain, using a hand mirror and flashlight, and saw what looked like a blister* that had burst. It was tear-drop shaped. The Internet suggested I first soak it in hot water and Epsom salt, and then apply bacitracin zinc and a homemade bandage, which I did. This morning it felt much, much better. Early this afternoon I walked to the edge of the sore spot's comfort zone to complete the Levy Trail Loop in 36:41. I might try to walk again this evening. We'll see.
Here's what's really crazy. At 3:07 p.m., it's only 93°F, but the heat index is 109.
My foot felt even better as I walked the 38th Street Loop this evening. I'm confident it will soon be completely healed. I walked in a moment ago, at about 7:26 p.m.. It's now 90 with a heat index of 100, and I feel much better now about a day trip to Camp Clearfork.

*I theorize that the sore was never a blister, since I think I would've been aware of it before it burst. What I think happened is that one or more of Phil Knight's minions read my Pam's Boy post about the $19.95 running shoes and sent someone to break into my house to put something in my right shoe before I walked Thursday night. Whatever it was caused the sore, which they hoped would encourage me to buy a pair of their $150 shoes

OVERHEARD
"This guy was at the Class A level just three weeks ago, so now essentially he's out there pitching against baseball cards."
—Arizona Diamondbacks announcer talking about a pitcher in his first big-league game, pitching against the Reds

Poplar Street Loop/Levy Trail Souh

I walked one lap of the Poplar Street Loop to complete two miles in 35:03. I did the one lap in 16:29.
This evening I walked Levy Trail South in 33:37.

35th Street Loop/Levy Trail

This was the best I have felt in a while. I alternated one-minute jogs with four-minute walks to complete the 35th Street Loop this morning in 54:21, with splits of 13:42, 13:32, 13:33, and 13:34.
This evening, beginning at about 6:30, I walked on the Levy Trail for 1:01:40. I walked from end to end of the paved part of the trail in a little over twenty-six minutes. My legs felt great, and still do at 11 p.m.

Levy Trail 5K/Poplar Street Loop

I walked the Levy Trail 5K this morning in 49:45 and went through three miles in 48:06. It felt nicer out this morning, though I see it's already 91°F (at 10:06 a.m.).
This evening I walked and jogged three laps of the Poplar Street Loop to complete four miles in 1:01:32, with the three, one-mile loops in 14:48, 14:27, and 15:05. My feet cramped late. This was good work. I am very hungry.
By the way, I have run and walked almost exclusively the last couple of weeks in the BCG Evades I bought at Academy Sports, and I am absolutely crazy about them. They sell them on the Internet for $19.95, so I might buy a closet full.

38th Street Loop/Ghetto Cat Loop

I walked the 38th Street Loop this morning in 31:46.  High humidity is back. I was miserable out there.
It was better tonight, when at about 8 p.m. I alternated one-minute jogs with four-minute walks to complete the Ghetto Cat Loop in 28:29.

HASKELL STAKES RESULT

American Pharoah won. Competitive Edge led until the head of the stretch but faded to fourth.

33rd Street Loop/Hash

This makes two consecutive aborted efforts. I attempted the five-mile 33rd Street Loop this morning but quit a quarter of a mile from my house at four miles. I alternated jogs and walks to cover the four in 57:57, with splits of 28:34 (for the two), 14:22, 15:01.
I walked and jogged for 52:48 on the Hash run from Kanis Park this afternoon. I'd bet I jogged for at least twenty minutes, so probably covered close to three and half miles, maybe four. Maybe. The thing is I did do the entire run, which has been a rarity for me the last few years. It was hot, but very dry. No, I'm telling you; it was 97°F and everyone was going, "Fuck, this ain't nothing."


DR. PETE'S HASKELL STAKES ROCKAMUNDO SPECIAL

Competitive Edge, at 21 minutes before post-time of the Grade I Haskell Stakes at Monmouth Park, is listed at 21-1. If you read this in time to drive to your nearest off-track gambling facitily, or you know a bookie, bet $20 to win on Competitive Edge. Fuck American Pharoah. His owner didn't know how to spell his name. That's gotta bug him.

OVERHEARD
"And then all the sudden we fly into this fucking cloud bank, and the pilot didn't blink an eye. And I'm like, fuck, I know there's goddamn mountains sticking up all over the fucking place out here. And then the fucking pilot starts asking us where we're from and shit, and I'm like, 'Fuck, shut up, man. Fly the fucking plane.' "
—Pete's brother Jim Perkins, on a single-engine Cessna flight he and Karen took near Juneau, Alaska, last week. Believe it or not, Jim cusses slightly more than Pete, and he actually says "...and shit" quite a bit

Levy Trail 5K/35th Street

I alternated one-minute jogs with four-minute walks to complete the Levy Trail 5K this morning in 45:16. I crossed three miles in 43:46.
Late this afternoon I walked the first two miles of the 35th Street Loop in 31:59.*
Hey, here's a Ruth the cat report. Before this morning, the last time I saw her was Thursday, June 4. I mean, I hadn't seen her anywhere, not even in the yard of her true home on Mellene Drive, but this morning, after I put in a load of laundry, there she was staring at me from Merle's back yard. I truly did not expect to see her again. After all these fucking cat years, you would think I'd know better.**
OVERHEARD
"Neither am I, but shit, man, I don't want anyone as bad as I am living next door."
—Pete Perkins, as he and Orange Street Hill neighbor Steve Allen conversed on the Levy Trail about a former Tom Jennings roommate named Damian, after Steve said, "Oh, I shouldn't talk. I'm probably no better than he is."

"Are y'all as sick of this Cecil the fucking Lion shit as I am?"
—Ruth, amid a conversation with Pam and Samantha.

*A guy in a black pickup stopped beside me on 42nd Street and introduced himself as Mark Glover, a cohort of mine at Springhill Wine & Spirits from roughly March-August, 1987. I had not seen him since then, though he said he lives near Camp Robinson and has seen me several times over the years either running or walking. I remember liking the heck out of Mark when we worked together. Tall Bob Walsh and I once went to a bar near Jacksonville to watch his rock band play

**I saw Ruth again this evening, in her yard on Mellene. She jogged out to the street to run between my legs, about a minute before Mark stopped me