Every day, the clouds look like this.
I didn’t run on Sunday so there was no entry that day. I didn’t try to make it up yesterday because it doesn’t work that way really. It’s not a big deal. An extra day of rest was probably just as good for me.
I’m still in training for work so my schedule is in flux. Just trying to be normal.
12 miles, 11:50 pace.
The Pinellas Trail pedestrian overpass of US 19. The clouds looked like they were painted on the sky today. It was brutally hot, even at 7:30 a.m. It got even hotter as the morning stretched on. I am convinced it makes no difference whatsoever what time I go out, it will invariably be so hot it is almost unbearable. Almost.
Today was the 18 miler after the 20 miler. Continue reading “6/24/18”
The Bay Pines pedestrian bridge. I guess a railroad ran on this span of, whatever this skinny little bridge sits on top of. I get a little excited when I approach this thing, but on a hot day it offers no shade at all. It was really hottt today. I’m glad the fences are there.
On other runs, I’ve tried to take photos looking out at the water, but never of the bridge itself. I thought it would be good to show it.
Today was progress in that I let go of my obsession with time, somewhat. Continue reading “6/23/18”
I get to run by a major league baseball stadium whenever I want. That’s a cool thing, but it is this stadium. I think about baseball every time I pass because how can I not, I have a mild affinity for the game. Most of the people I know can’t stand baseball, and that’s fine. Dana is usually willing to go with me whenever I feel like I need to go. I don’t know, baseball makes me happy, whether we win or lose, and we lose most of the time.
The weather today was really hard to run in. It rained heavily prior to my run, and the curtain of humidity left behind hung in the air the entire time. I can almost feel the thickness of the air when it’s like this. I filled the two flasks only and left the bladder empty so I only had about a quart of water for 10 miles. It turned out to be just enough, but I’ve learned (the hard way) that getting thrifty with water consumption is a recipe for disaster. I need to be able to drink freely without worrying about running out. On the other hand, I also need to be conscious of drinking too much if the potential to do so is there, like in a race for instance, when supplies are abundant. I was fine today, though. Got into an ice cold shower and drank lots of water afterward. Ate some salty foods. Overall, a good effort and a good run in difficult conditions, which will begin to be the rule, not the exception, very very soon. Like next week, or the week after. 10 miles, 10:40 pace.
When I collected these rocks from Mt. Mansfield, I intended them to be souvenirs for myself and a few others. Maybe not the most memorable keepsake I could offer someone, in hindsight, but when I was up there, it was the perfect token of my affection to bring something from somewhere so beautiful to somewhere else and hand it to someone, to say here, here is a piece of that place and its beauty. I can supplement the recipient’s lack of knowledge about Mt. Mansfield with the photos that I took, but I suppose I think the souvenir, as a gift, lacks self-evidence. You can’t do much with a rock besides look at it and feel its edges, curves, textures. I suppose I dreamt a little too much when I thought of someone taking one of these in their hands and imagining the earth as it was changing and forming mountains. Such thoughts require a great imagination and maybe a little knowledge. I wanted to share my experience because it was engrossing. It isolated and cordoned off my mind so that nothing but essential details were permitted to enter. I wanted to share that feeling which, to me, represents something primal and elemental. I suppose too much. They’re rocks.
I ran today, on a day that’s normally a day off. I didn’t run yesterday because of the travel. 6 miles, about 9 minute pace. Felt loose and strong. I ran in my new shorts. I love my new shorts.
What a great run today. I don’t know if it was the excitement for my trip tomorrow or just everything clicking like it does sometimes. The pace wasn’t particularly fast but I felt good the whole time. I kept some energy held back for traveling tomorrow; travel always wears me down and I have a 10 mile run after I get settled in at the resort.
Overall, 16 miles at 10:23 pace. I ran the first 10 miles, only stopping to take a few photos, with no walk breaks. I have this new approach that I enjoy: Continue reading “6/9/18”
I have thousands of photos on my phone just sitting there taking up space. Every now and again, I look through them and enjoy remembering the time that they came from and what the mood was like. I can’t bring myself to delete even the most inconsequential-seeming photos because one day I might look back and that photo might spark a memory or thought I don’t expect. Continue reading “6/5/18”
The photos don’t always have to do with running. In fact, they almost never have anything to do with running.
I woke up early this morning to take my car to the shop, again. They didn’t fix what they said they fixed. It’s almost like they did absolutely nothing because the same exact thing happened again. When it rains, the floorboards (not sure that’s the right terminology) under the driver and passenger seat get wet. Wet enough to saturate the carpet. It’s pretty awful when it rains for an extended period of time, because I can’t open the windows to air it out, otherwise the rest of the interior would get wet, too. It gets to smelling like mildew. The mechanic’s explanation, which checks out on Google, is that the sunroof/air conditioning drains are clogged. This is not an intuitive thing. Of course, just when my car seems to be trouble-free, a non-mechanical issue arises. A smelly non-mechanical issue. Honda Problems. Continue reading “5/31/18”