Levy Trail South/Maple Street Loop

 I walked Levy Trail South early this afternoon in 31:12. Tonight, beginning a bit after seven o'clock, I walked the Maple Street Loop in 31:57. My legs felt as if they belonged to a runner today. On the Maple Street Loop, I had to run across 47th Street to avoid traffic. I continued to jog for another fifteen seconds or so, and it felt easy.

I have run a calorie deficit adequate enough over the last week to allow me to—without exercise (and I plan to go about four miles with the Geezers in the morning)—eat a total of 3,230 calories tomorrow and still have maintained an average deficit of 500 for the last seven days, counting Thanksgiving. For the first time since 2005, I will not eat Thanksgiving dinner at the Krupsaw's house. To compensate, I have two apples pies, two whole catfish, and a five-pound Petit Jean Ham in my refrigerator, each ready for either an oven or skillet. The ham should be gone before bedtime Sunday.

QUESTIONS OF THE DAY Can anyone imagine how delicious prime rib would be now if Native Americans brought it rather turkey to the Pilgrims, what with mothers and grandmothers working on the best parts of cows for the last four-hundred years rather than birds composed of leather and rubber? What if they had brought several huge platters of lasagna or a couple of hundred cheese enchiladas? For anyone who stops to consider what our moms have made of an essentially inedible animal over the last four centuries, can they not imagine what these women would have done with fried chicken by now? How good would pizzas be, or Macaroni and fucking cheese? Can anyone imagine?