Ran the Hocking Hills Trail Run 50K yesterday. I took a wrong turn on the second lap and had to improvise with two half loops instead of 1 full loop. Technically I was a short of a true 50K according to Strava (30.71 vs 31.07) but this was my longest run ever by distance and time (6:25).
Added to my stress ball collection today… 📸
Nothing like finding Library of America volumes at the Friends of the Library store. In this case, Collected Works of Flannery O’Connor 3.25! 📚
Weird public service annoucement in the elevator… (insert Princess Bride quote here)
First time my Strava predictIon is under 4 hours for a marathon 😮🤔🏃
Even though I’m training for a 50K trail race, I was hoping to get my 5K time under 25 minutes. Two Saturdays in a row… so close
Once did the Columbus Ale Trail two years in a row but haven’t visited as many taprooms lately. Visited two recently. This Saturday visited Honest Friend Bewing. Enjoyed their low ABV options.
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.