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.
Long day. Delivering mail is hard work. I actually walked further than I ran today. And sweat. So much sweat.
8 miles, 9:30 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.
Day 2 of orientation is over. Tomorrow is the Defensive Driving Course. It’s all one endless PowerPoint presentation. Feels good to be learning new things. Feels good to have momentum.
12 miles, 10:40 pace.
Guy on a bike, in passing, says to me,
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.
We lost someone very dear to us. We are and will always be, in recovery. Love.
10 miles, 10:45 pace.
I still can’t find words. Only love.
12 miles, 10:30 pace.