In a sort of a reverse Lent, decided to stop looking at Facebook and start using Micro.blog again. Update on running: Carmel Marathon on April 18. Last long run of training plan last Saturday and started my taper this week. Long run of 12 today. Feeling good. 🏃🏻♂️
Inspirational piece in New York Times about Jeff Galloway and his attempt to run a marathon in eight consecutive decades. At 55 I’ve only run a marathon in one decade 😊🏃
Latest “friends of the library sale” finds. I get such a kick out of find books in great condition like this. Now to find time to read them… 📚
Feel like there is a story of how this grocery traveled miles from any grocery store to a corner downtown… 📸
This song has been bouncing around in my head since I first heard it 🎵
Brown was the color of my true love’s drink
Dark was the color of her eyes I know she couldn’t save me from myself But I love to watch her try Things got a bit misguided I know I’m not invited If ghosts are wrongs unrighted I live in a haunted house
The center of the world is in the monastery, in the cathedral, in the tabernacle, at the corner of 73rd and Park Avenue, high on the Llano Estacado, high in the Himalayas or here in these mountains, cold today and lightly sugared with snow—the center of the world is where we find it. The cathedral is where we find it—where we build it, and so is the tabernacle. That mystical center is the place we pilgrims are going, wherever that happens to be, because we bring it with us only to find that it was already there.
In our time, political liberalism has pushed the envelope on individual liberties (around drugs and gambling and suicide, as well as sex and sexual identity) at exactly the same moment that technological progress has given us radical new means for exploiting and amplifying addictive behaviors. The results are a world that’s richer and more technologically proficient — and also seemingly unhappier, more despairing, more addicted, more deranged. And while this may be a temporary situation, and hopefully culture and politics will adapt, those adaptations will not themselves be liberal in either a philosophical or a post-Cold War political sense of the term.
Fun run club tonight. Solomon Aero Glide 3 GRVL were great for snow and ice. Nice to see lights. Columbus is pretty at night. 🏃
Predicted storm actually happened 😄 no school, 20 minutes to dig car out, nearly 90 minute commute… 📸
Two runs, very different feel/pace. Saturday was longer & slower w/ Hoka Clifton 9 GTX. Tonight was shorter & faster in TYR Maverick V1s. Hoka = warm, TYR = speedy 🏃🏽➡️
Nice round number for YTD miles… 🏃
Sunrise to start December 📸
Organized my road running shoes 🏃
Orange at Franklin Park Conservatory 📸
Joan Didion’s Thanksgiving: Dinner for 75, Reams of Notes // I find Didion fascinating. Recently read the Library of American volume Didion: The 1960s & 70s
What I am listening to: Standard Stoppages by Third Coast Percussion. Was lucky enough to meet these guys and have my son work with them at a Music & Arts camp at Denison University.
Fall turns to winter. Also, meant hour plus commute… 📸
Great time at Scioto Trail Race Series #2 this morning. Wanted to pick up the pace but what I gained on first lap I gave back on the second. Still farthest I have run on any surface except 2 marathons. 🏃
Not sure how many warm evening runs are left this year. Warm if windy last night for local club run but enjoyed still running in t-shirt and shorts. 22 miles on Saturday. 🏃
Currently reading: In the Heat of the Night by John Ball 📚 // picked this up a library sale