there’s something about sundown at the w.b. ray high school track. the hint of cooler weather, the long shadows, the companionship of the evening faithful. the contended shuffle around an oval free of skateboards and bicycles and turistas and homeless guys. joy.
day 1 of the summer of fleshman went ok. i reunited with my long-lost friend, mr. heart monitor. my head keeps telling me to go faster, but the hrm knows. slow and steady. the numbers matched what my body was feeling, so i’m hopeful. just stay in the zone. an old lynyrd skynyrd album and a new pair of shoes. a loop and a dream. there are worse ways to spend a saturday night. here’s to the summer of fleshman.
3 miles, 39:53 (13:16-124)
7 p.m., ray, 84
12:29, 13:37, 13:42