Go ahead, ask me if I care
I got the answer here
I wrote it down somewhere
I just gotta find it
— the prophet ani
I have a credo: If you’re going to share your life, share it with someone who wears old Hokas and mismatched socks. I guess you never really know till the right person comes along. I’m a lucky guy.
The 110 mambo continues to mystify me. After 15:59 pace yesterday, today was a cruise at 14:30. No idea how it could be that different in less than a day. But I just have the Garmin set up to show nothing but HR, so the pace is always a surprise after the run ends.
It was a lovely respite in a day of worrying about the future of the nation. I voted after standing in a long line of people who in now way share my values. We really, really must move soon. A little island of sanity in a sea of despair would be better than nothing. And why do they make me vote in a church? I totally respect everyone’s right to the religion of their choosing or none at all, but making people cast their ballot under a large cross on the wall seems like a bit of a home-field advantage for one team. Unless we win, in which go, team.
On the other hand, I would be OK with an autocracy if it allowed me to go 100 miles in 24 hours. It’s all about priorities, I suppose.
Mo made me go back to the track today for the first time in a while. And although I hate it, I love it even more. Mismatched socks and all.