Life is fine

Words 125

          The stairway was cleaned up today.  I see this and I think about the diffusion of responsibility in society.  Why do some people believe that it is someone else’s job to clean up after them?  If people would simply NOT throw leave bottles and cans and garbage in the stairway (or on the street) no one would need to be paid to clean up.

16 floors

Words 74

          The stairway for the first 8 floors in our building is mostly clean.  By the 11^th or so, there began to be trash and bottles.  By the 12^th, it looked like the residue from a frat party. 

the stairs

Words 117

          We didn’t do the same old route today, so I didn’t do my mid-run sprint.  I did, however, run up the stairs to my apartment.  We are on the 6^th floor and I always use the stairs up and down.  This time I sprinted up.  My muscles were screaming, but 20 seconds of work is not enough.  I think I will I should try running all the way to the top—16 floors.  We’ll see.

one good lesson (so far) 58.75

Words 173

            I don’t understand it.  Why have I achieved three records in less than two weeks?   I was not running slowly before.  I think now I have it in my head that I can run faster.  During this run, I felt like I might start thinking of my legs as if they had cement in them. 

snow

Words 38
We've had a lot of snow lately, so everywhere was covered.  I finished the sprint in under 1:05—my former goal.

feedback

From a reader:

James, tell me how far in yards (feet) you are running and what are the miraculous times you run this distance in.  I have a hard time rejoicing with you when I don't know the extent of your accomplishments.  You've probably told us but tell me again.


I don’t know the distance, and it doesn’t matter.  Not to me, anyway. I am competing against myself

The unexpected can happen at any time

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The unexpected can strike without warning.  Duh!  As I ran toward Roccosovskovo, I was slipping all over.  I was thinking that I might get the slowest time.  Aswe approached, though, I saw that it was merely wet; the subway line or whatever is underneath, warming the median, had melted the snow.  I pushed every step, my whole body was screaming.  And so was my mouth when I saw that I had achieved a sub-minute result.