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