Sleepy griffman.

I had a really good run, punctuated by the loss of one of my AirPods. I’m not unaffected by its loss, but it could be worse. It’s just a thing. A tiny, expensive little thing.

I ran very slowly to start, just aiming for 12 minute miles. I was able to manage that pace the whole way.

Now I’ll sleep like griffman.

22 miles, 11:55 pace.




I think I’m good on sunscreen for a while.

Today was slurpee day but we got there in the slurpee evening so we had to pay.

I get to sleep a little later tomorrow and I need it.

I think I’m running too hard right now. I get home from work and want to finish quickly so I can be with Dana. I need to back off, slow down. Left quad a little sore.

6 miles, 8:10 pace.



Guy on a bike, in passing, says to me,

“Good investment.”

I assume he meant running,

but who knows.

A few more feet down the path,

he fist pumps.

12 miles, 12:50 pace.

Tomorrow, I start training to be a mail carrier for the United States Postal Service. I’m still doubtful as to whether I actually have a job, mostly because this job search has been so unpredictable. I continue to assume the worst, but I’m feeling slightly optimistic since no one has said I don’t have the job.