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.
Tag: Ultrarunning
7/8/18
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.
7/7/18
If the time
seems to have come
to begin again,
then by all means,
begin again.
24 miles, 12:50 pace.
7/5/18
We lost someone very dear to us. We are and will always be, in recovery. Love.
10 miles, 10:45 pace.
7/4/18
Keep moving.
6 miles, 8:30 pace
7/3/18
I still can’t find words. Only love.
12 miles, 10:30 pace.
7/1/18
Stillness and love.
10 miles, 11:40 pace.
6/30/18
Friends… family… love.
16 miles @ 10:00 minute pace.
6/28/18
Stillness…remembrance…love…presence
Running with a little extra tailwind today.
10 miles @ 10:30 pace.
6/27/18
Flight was Griff’s instinctual decision when he encountered a lifeless, stone dog. Such a brave little boy. They were separated by a fence, nonetheless.
Today was 6 miles at about 8:40 pace and it felt mechanical in the best way possible. Almost automatic in the execution if not the effort. Continue reading “6/27/18”
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