I alternated one-minute jogs with four-minute walks through a cold mist to complete Levy Trail North in 28:00. Pre-Ed Buckner and weather.com motherfuckers would make a white-Christmas prediction based on the way it feels in Levy this morning.
Right before I started, I ordered a pair of $29 running shoes from Academy Sports based on appearance. They just looked like the kind of running shoes I've liked over the years. They are Alpha 361s. I assume Alpha is the make (that likely employs Cambodian children for around ten cents a day) and 361 the model. We'll see. By the way, a note from Academy warned that I might not receive them before Christmas.
This afternoon, I was out for 26:55 with the Little Rock Hash House Harriers from Don and Kayce Chaney's house. They agreed to take over the Christmas Hash run. It was a delight to skip out of there early to come home for football and leave the mess behind. This was the first Christmas Eve Christmas run since Dec. 24, 2006 (I rescheduled the last one for Dec. 17 so that we would have more than the nine people who showed up for the run in '06).
OVERHEARD
"Merry Christmas. We'll be back on New Year's Eve with a special edition of 60 Minutes."
—Bob Whitaker to close 60 Minutes on CBS, a fucking national television network. He said, no shit, merry Christmas. Fuck. It's the first time anyone at Pam's Boy has heard a network television employee say anything other than happy seasons since 1968. Surely heads will roll
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