Another 6.74 miles in the bank. Today I ran with Justin the paramedic. I didn't realize how fast Justin is! We ran our last half mile at 7:20pace and I still couldn't catch him. I looked ahead at him and he appeared to be sauntering along in a halfhearted homerun trot. That inspires me and it pisses me right off. I'll never be fast like that.
I'll never be fast like that. Based on the BMI I am "obese." I don't feel obese. I don't think of myself as obese. Could an obese person run 13 miles in 2 hours? If I'm obese, then yes! One thing that makes running so good is that it quickly squashes my innate desire to compete with others and compare myself to others. I can run a mile in 7 minutes. A few years ago I almost killed myself trying to finish a mile under 10 minutes.
I took my boys fishing last night. We caught a bunch of tiny little bluegill. They looked pretty decent in my sons' hands. They looked like sardines in my hands. The kids were happy. I was happy. Life is good.
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If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream...
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