Today was my second day running again after just over a month off, and I am a hurting puppy. Meanwhile there are a half dozen high school kids out there on the verge of breaking four minutes in the mile, and a number of collegiate guys getting ready to race in Europe this summer. I’ve got a long way to go.
In other news, moving in with JB has thus far been a good thing. With Felicia more or less a persona non grata these days we’re living the bachelor life, highlighted by last night’s three pounds of sushi. The only things in the fridge are some Dr. Pepper, a jar of olives, and one of JB’s vacuum pumps (no, I don’t know why it’s in the fridge). Life is good.