Requiem for a twat.

Throwing Muses
The Grog Shop, 4/9/2026

This year has been unnecessarily stressful. I mean, you could say that reaching back to forever. But in these recent years I had relaxed into a certain mode, one which involved seeing movies on my own, reading more, cooking, that kind of thing. I need to get back to that. Because otherwise, I'm just watching videos on YouTube.

Am I still middle age? Or am I leaning senior? I'm cool either way. Whatever. You know.

Distance: 3.1 miles

Duration: 27:13
Pace: 8:46

Spring vacillates. Perfect temps in the morning, it will rain this afternoon. So we run.

Route: Forest Hill Loop
Temperature: 59°
Climate: gorgeous
Mood: all right

1968 Playlist

Requiem pour un con - Serge Gainsbourg

The Letter - Nirvana Sitar & String Group

I Say a Little Prayer - Aretha Franklin

Daydream Believer - The Monkees

All Along the Watchtower - Jimi Hendrix

Harper Valley PTA - Jeannie C. Riley

Green Tambourine - The Lemon Pipers

Born to Be Wild - Steppenwolf

Classical Gas - Mason Williams

Those Were the Days * - Mary Hopkins

Man. Those kids would listen to anything.

Stretches: yes
Water: yes
Weight: 160 lbs. (-1.0)

Sometimes, often these days, I think about all the running. And that's not good. Because I think, God. That's a lot of running. And then I think, why am I doing this? It brings my enthusiasm down. Then I pull myself together and get out there, and I feel great. I feel great now, having run.

Folks think running is hard. But it's really just getting out there that is.

Planks: TBA
Push-ups: TBA

Sit-Ups: TBA

Where boys run free!

"Pride of Cleveland Suburb Soars for U.S. Hockey"
New York Times, 2/19/2026

The wife reminds me that I am often depressed (maudlin, low energy, etc.) this time of year. Yes, it is the anniversary of father's passing, but it's also just winter. The long, slow slog out of the cold, with no festival of lights, no time off or time with family to bring the cheer.

The Olympics have been fun to watch, Toni gave me that. I do not recall paying any attention to the Games prior to my life with her. The past two weeks I have just turned on the screen to watch whatever, skiing, curling, snowboarding, skating, and, of course, the hockey.

We had a hometown hero on our team this year, and they took the gold. Remarkable.

Distance: 3 miles

Duration: 24:34

I need to resume the good habits. Too many puzzles, first thing in the morning. Today I wrote, which, I have to remind myself, is a form of exercise. Add a glass of water to the cup of coffee, first thing, as you write for 30 minutes. Good habits.

Route: rec center
Temperature: 16°
Climate: cold
Mood: I think I might be better!

1981 Playlist

Music For Boys - The Suburbs

9 to 5 - Dolly Parton

I’m Your Money - Heaven 17

Of Lillies & Remains - Bauhaus

Johnny, Are You Queer? - Josie Cotton

Regiment - Brian Eno & David Byrne

The Freeze - Spandau Ballet 

Stretches: yes
Water: yes
Weight: 160 lbs. (-1.0)

Planks: yes
Push-ups: yes

Sit-Ups: yes

Come on with me cruising down the street.

Deep winter malaise. But I followed up on the Marlowe biography by picking up Doctor Faustus. Plays count as books, right? I gave myself a goal, to read twenty books tis year. For some, that's nothing, but for me it's a stretch. That's right, I don't read enough. Something no one else has ever said in the history of the world.

Distance: 3 miles

Duration: 27:11

Okay. We applied. Drawing is in one month, on Wednesday, March 4. Then I will worry about whether or not I can actually do it.

Route: rec center
Temperature: 6°
Climate: still freezing
Mood: all right

1973 Playlist

I'll Be Around - The Spinners

Dancing in the Moonlight - King Harvest

Street Life - Roxy Music

Photograph - Ringo Starr

Paris 1919 - John Cale

For the Love of Money - O’Jays

The Cisco Kid - War

Three Is a Magic Number - Bob Dorough

Mild run. Felt good. Fewer “obstacles” today, too.

Stretches: yes
Water: yes
Weight: 160 lbs. (-0-)

Just dropped, a re-release of The Cure's 1986 vocal remix of Boys Don't Cry. I'll be running to that some day in April.

Planks: TBA
Push-ups: TBA

Sit-Ups: TBA

Too many Tuesday mornings.

"Name three races you've finished."

Difficult couple of days, disjointed, uninspired. The only way through is to keep moving. Get rest, eat wisely, exercise, continue to complete the assignments.

Distance: 3 miles (?)

Duration: 26:59

Been reading a lot recently, to the exclusion of going out. It's so cold, the idea of seeing a movie doesn't appeal. Then, neither do the movie selections. But reading is good.

Route: rec center
Temperature: 21°
Climate: downright balmy
Mood: prepared

So many men walking in the running lane. Timing is off, but it may be accurate. Jesus.

1993 Playlist

Tuesday Morning - The Pogues

Come Baby Come - K7

High Noon - Kruder & Dorfmeister

Insane in the Brain - Cypress Hill

Sodium Light Baby - The The

Return to Innocence - Enigma

Pennyroyal Tea - Nirvana

Stretches: yes
Water: yes
Weight: 160 lbs. (-3.0)

The goal is still 155 lbs.

Planks: yes
Push-ups: yes

Sit-Ups: TBA

Everyone’s a little queer.

State Sen. Jerry Cirino defends bullshit
higher education bill in Cleveland talk
Ideastream Public Media, 4/17/2025
(Can you spot my spouse?)

The year playlists will be through before I know it. I don't even know what 2025 is yet, apart from national chaos and much more personal creative hibernation.

At least, thanks to my constant but not overwhelming running schedule, a third of the year will have passed before playing the 2025 Playlist, so there will be (there already is) over thirty minutes of music there, so I can get at least a 5K in.

However, as is usually the case, it's not necessary a great list, but just the most recent releases from artists I am familiar with, which generally catch my ear first, before other tracks that have already been (or will eventually be) released have gotten my attention, from artists with whom I am not yet familiar.

Is this interesting? I do not know. 

Distance: 4 miles

Duration: 37:40
Pace: 9:24

When one is stuck in an existential malaise, a three-day weekend isn't actually something to look forward to. "Oh, look. Another day searching for meaning and now I don't even have work to shirk from."

Warrants a longer run, I suspect. Especially on a lovely day such as this.  

Route: Forest Hill Loop
Temperature: 60°
Climate: overcast & breezy
Mood: good?
Stretches: yes
Water: yes

Weight:160 lbs.

1996 Playlist

Sea of Heartbreak - Johnny Cash

Tombstone - Suzanne Vega

Spinning the Wheel - George Michael

Macarena - Los Del Rio

Broken English - Queue Up

Super Bon Bon - Soul Coughing

Season of the Witch - Luna

Pink Triangle - Weezer

Walking Wounded (Dave Wallace Remix) (158 BPM) - EBTG

Yes, sir. That's exactly what we were listening to in 1996.

We are North American scum.

Fatigue sets in. I am rousing myself to run this evening, even as there is dinner to be made, because I'm trying to keep up. But I don't know what to listen to, and I feel a bit weary and listless.

There are more than physical reasons why this is so. But it's challenging. 

Distance: 3.1 miles
Duration: 28:12
Pace: 9:05

Route: Forest Hill Loop
Temperature: 74°
Climate: cool ... but humid
Mood: all right
Stretches: yes
Water: yes

Pain Reliever: no

Breakfast: coffee w/cream, fresh fruit w/granola & yogurt

Snack: fruit snacks

Lunch: slaw dog, chocolate mint frappe

Snack: kettle corn, orange juice

Dinner Prep: White Russian

Dinner: Turmeric coconut rice w/greens

You were running out of time.

Small complaints. There is a stinging in my right big toe. A verruca? Cannot tell, not even up close. Must keep aware of that.

Distance: 3.1 miles
Duration: 30:55
Pace:  9:58

Route: Forest Hill Loop
Temperature: 72°
Climate: sunny & warm
Mood: anxious
Stretches: yes
Water: yes

Such cool days, also feeling kind of listless and ... alone? Can I say that? It's the post-party thing. All of our big anniversary-related summer plans are complete.

But hey! It's summer! It's July! And democracy is ending! Let's have some fun!

And keep running. Always keep running.

Upper body: 80 reps.

Core Strength: 

   Planks: 90 sec.

Baseline: 185 lbs.

Weight: 174 lbs. (-1.0)

Goal: 170 lbs.

Breakfast: bread w/marmalade & cheese

Coffee Break: latte

Lunch: spicy tuna roll

Pick Me Up: Cherry Coke Zero

Treat: vanilla soft serve, cherry dip

Dinner: popcorn, midwestern hipster IPA

Cocktail: Manhattan

What's That Lyric?

Cities In Dust (Extended Version) - Siouxsie and her Banshees

You said you wanted to feel alive.

You were born in July '95 / In a deadly heat

Oh, we're feeling it. The desire not to run. It's the chill. I do not wish to run cold. Honetsly, by the time I get out there today, and run a tenth of one mile, I will feel warm and happy.

Distance: 3.1 miles

Duration: 29:18
Pace: 9:27

Put the purple lights up above the front door. It's that time of year! Listened to a "Moody Mix" which was perfect for the day, this early, early fall weather. I mean, the weather is PERFECT, I need to be enjoying this.

But I don't need to run as fast, and it is hard not to. I push and that makes me tired. No pushing! Listen to your body!

Route: Forest Hill Loop

Temperature: 69°
Climate: sunny & warm

Mood: good

 

Evening runs this week. And you know, you do not need to run twenty a month. Fifteen would suffice.

 
Stretches: yes

Sit-Ups: 20

Planks: 30 sec.

Water: yes

Breakfast: coffee w/cream, fresh fruit w/granola & yogurt

Lunch: ramen

Treat: Sweet Tarts

Dinner: spaghetti, buttered bread

Alcohol? Baxter Stowaway IPA

Baseline: 195 lbs.

Current: 170 lbs. (-0-)

Goal: 165 lbs.

Reading: Corley, E.

Writing: 30 min.

Blog: posted

What's That Lyric?

True Blue - boygenius

Don't stop now.

This week is not good. I am listless and aimless. There are moments of happiness, but even so my diet has been sobatoaged (I did that to myself) and I feel uninspired and weak.

I need to write. I need to be writing. Writing needs to happen It's not just exercise, it's a good diet, exercise and writing. I need motivation. I need to be motivated. I need 

Distance: 3.1 miles
Duration: 32:01
Pace: 10:19
Route: Forest Hill Loop
Temperature: 63°
Climate: sunny & bright
Mood: all right

Stretches: yes

Water: yes
Weight: 190 lbs. (+1.5)

Slow run, beautiful morning. Winded. Got to keep going. Fewer naps, man. Those things destroy me.

Intake

Breakfast: Tastykake Cherry Pie, coffee

Lunch: pizza, juice

Dinner: TBA

Got to close to the goslings, goose came at me in the air. I ducked and ran away like a goon.

2013 Playlist

When a Fire Starts to Burn - Disclosure

Ain't It Fun - Paramore

The Wire - HAIM

Brave - Sara Bareilles

Work B*tch - Britney Spears

I Will Wait - Mumford & Sons

Suit & Tie - Justin Timberlake ft. Jay-Z

I Love It - Icona Pop ft. Charlie XCX

Chocolate - The 1975

We could work it out.

Ugh. The temperature drops, and I lose all interest in running. Is this how it is going to go? I've also developed a habit of eating all and everything. I ate half a loaf of olive bread on Saturday. This is not going to go well.

Distance: 3.1 miles
Duration: 29:11
Pace: 9:25
Route: Forest Hill Loop
Temperature: 61°
Climate: cool w/light rain
Mood: angsty, energized
Weight: 174 lbs. (-1.5)

Well! If I had procrastinated one minute longer, I would have been caught in a downpour! So that went well. The thunder kept my pace up. The boy and I are going on a journey tomorrow, perhaps we (together) will get a run in!

Intake

Breakfast: coffee (3x)

Lunch: pasta & sauce, fresh tomato w/dressing

Snack: cheese & crackers (4)

Dinner: TBA

What's That Lyric?

Looking for Clues - Robert Palmer

Did I drink too much? Am I losing touch?

Maintaining. That is the struggle. It's not like I dn't have a million things to do. But where is my desire? My fulfillment? Part of his malaise is due to the end of the semester, to be sure. But it also may be the impending high school graudation of my daughter. Who am I, what is my purpose, and what comes next? 

Distance: 3.65 miles
Duration: 35:45
Pace: 9:47
Route: Forest Hill Loop
Temperature: 46°
Climate: sunny & cool

Mood: good

Weight: 187.5 lbs. (-0-)

The wife has been out of town for a few nights. I have been drinking too much. It's not because she is out of town, I'd be doing that, anyway. It's end-of-semester malaise, I know. But something else. One of the birds is soon leaving the nest. And what have I done? Where have I been? And where am I going?

At the very least, these questions generally keep me on the road. 

2015 Playlist

Ship To Wreck - Florence + The Machine

The Ghost of Beverly Hills - Death Cab for Cutie

Hurache Lights - Hot Chip

American Money - BØRNS

The Shade - Metric

Wait For It - Leslie Odom Jr. & the Company of "Hamilton"

Leave a Trace - CHYRCHES

Cream On Chrome - Ratatat

i - Kendrink Lamar

How the strong get weak.

Inside voice.

Yesterday was the first day of school, so I did not run.

Not sure what to write.

My knees hurt yesterday. I ran thirteen miles Sunday and then my knees hurt yesterday.

I've lost my enthusiasm for this.

Distance: 4 miles
Duration: 36:38
Pace: 9:09
Route: Forest Hill Loop
Temperature: 68°
Climate: dark
Mood: also dark
Stretches: yes
Water: yes

Baseline: 179.5 lbs.
Today: 164.5 lbs. (+0.5)
Goal: 160 lbs.

What's That Lyric?
Slave to Love - Bryan Ferry

Crack another cerveza.

I do not know where to begin, so I will just say I stopped running. That statement is as final as anything else. For twenty years, beginning on treadmills at a gym in early 1998 to the New York Marathon to happily exploring the streets of my city, to running with my children, I have been running several times a week.

I have been fat and I have been very thin. I have listened to contemporary music and I have been immersed in songs from the past. I have been injured, I have gotten better. I have always wanted to run, even when I didn't want to run, I wanted to run.

I haven't really felt like running lately.

Or maybe I have, I don't know. The sciatica/hip-and-ass thing has put me into a foul mood. If I run, I hurt. Easy as that. Hurt to sit at work, hurt to drive my car, hurt to sit i a theater and watch movies or theater. Not running, I do not hurt. At least, not often.

Also, I have been writing. Free-writing, every fucking morning. I mean, every fucking, goddamn morning I move a pen in my hand and write. And I clean house, I work and take care of my home and family. Taking solitary exercise time for myself no longer feels appropriate.

Oh, and I hate running at the gym. Hate is a strong work. It does not inspire me. It is not what I call running.

So, I have not made tracks in nearly two months. That's some kind of record. It's not a good one. I say all this but I am not okay with all of this. Turning fifty was not supposed to mark the end of my running days. I am supposed to run until I die. I have to run until I die.

Distance: 2.25 miles
Route: Hocking River Bike Path
Temperature: 58 degrees

It had occurred to me, in packing for the week, that I might run every day. Why not? I used to. What have I done instead? Worked on the draft of a new, commissioned work. Saw three movies. Spent long afternoons in restaurants with family, Cooked a dinner. Did a jigsaw puzzle with my wife.

Which of these, how many of these, should I have not done in order to make time to run? Any of them? How about none of them. No regrets.

Climate: damp but nice
Mood: determined?
Exercises: a little

The boy came with me, with a dirt bike, but I asked him to go on ahead. He's too big and strong to pace me -- he goes too fast. I had only planned to go two miles, but told him to wait for me too far out, I had to wave him back.

Starting out, my back hurt, that sorted itself out. I was just winded. I have gained weight. I will check in on New Year's, and resolve to slowly work back to 160. I assume that's twenty pounds. I haven't weighed myself in months.

Resolutions must be made. Big bad year ahead of us.

What's That Lyric?
The Spot - Your Smith

Neglected Entry

That time I entirely neglected to blog a run. Hasn't happened in over twelve years. Just didn't think of it. Just didn't care.

Today is Tuesday, September 25. Two days ago the boy and I went to the gym. He rode his bike and I ran, then as he did the treadmill at the rec center, I ran two more miles. Then we came home, and by that time I was exhausted. Not just tired, but my muscles were weary, my hip hurt.

Distance: a little more than four miles

Running the treadmill last week, I learned I do not like the treadmill. You must run a consistent speed, and that doesn't work for me anymore. I need to be able to slow down, when I want to slow down, and speed up when I want to speed up, without thinking about it. Keeping the pace consistent makes me shorten my stride, and that does not feel good.

Likewise, I feel that running with the boy riding his boke also does not work. He has longer legs now, he goes faster. And I go slower. I have to run hard to keep up. Not very hard, but harder than I would, you know?

Anyway, I haven't been so ambivalent about running since 2011. These things, they come, they go.

Things'll get brighter.

"The Courtyard if the Doge’s Palace
with the Papal Nuncio Stoppani
and Senators in Procession”
by Antonio Joli (detail)

Chris and I planned a ten mile today. But it's in the thirties and forties today, and I am sick of it. Just sick of it. I have had two, cold, long runs in the past two weeks and I am not having another one. The forecast says sixties and seventies for the next week, after today. That I can deal with.

1969 Playlist
Ooh Child - The Five Stairsteps
A Boy Named Sue (Live) - Johnny Cash
Brother Love's Travelling Salvation Show - Neil Diamond
White Light White Heat - Velvet Underground
Everybody's Talkin' - Harry Nilsson

Seeing Infinity War tonight. No spoilers.

Distance: 2:35 miles
Pace: 8:08
Route: Horizon Loop
Temperature: 40•
Climate: breezy, cold
Pavement: dry
Mood: not good

Hard run. Unenthusiastic. I charged though, into the wind, in the cold. Sick of it. Two miles, I'm just not into anymore.

But nothing feels better than an eight-oh-eight.

Stretches: yes

Baseline: 178 lbs.
Today: 164 lbs. (-0-)
Goal: 160 lbs.

Entering a dietary danger zone. Some days too much, some days too little. Yesterday it was bagels and poutine. Eating makes me happy. But other things make me happy, too. I just need to find out what they are.

My legs too weak to stand.

Why yes, I do like Huey Lewis and the News!

Apparently it will be in the fifties in about ten days. It always says it will be in the fifties in about ten days.

Seriously. The doldrums. Running in the cold. I cannot deal anymore. I drag my feet out the door. I am not happy about this.

1983 Playlist
I Want a New Drug - Huey Lewis & the News
Is There Something I Should Know? - Duran Duran
The Flirting Kind - Elvis Costello & The Attractions
Modern Love - David Bowie
Automatic - The Pointer Sisters
Fake Friends - Joan Jett & the Blackhearts
Wrapped Around Your Finger - The Police
The Fanatic - Felony

And yet, we persevere. Not so cold, that was nice, actually. Lots of guys around the pond, must be first day of fishing. I didn't know there was an opening day for fishing, but it must be today. There were a dozen folks around that pond.

Many downed trees in my path, too. Nothing enormous, not like last year.

Distance: 3.25 miles
Route: Forest Hill Loop
Temperature: 37°
Climate: cool & partly cloudy
Pavement: wet
Mood: not bad

Stretches: yes

Baseline: 178 lbs.
Today: 167 lbs. (-0-)
Goal: 165 lbs.

Everything I know is going to die.

Moving into another week. It's still only February, but the weather gives the illusion of spring. Many plans afoot, writing, editing, directing ... also cleaning, painting, moving, dusting, planning.

We can't fix everything. But we can always be fixing something.

2000 Playlist
It Wasn't Me - Shaggy ft. RikRok
Barok - Plastik - Stereolab
Everybody's Going to the Moon - Jamiroquai
Outer Bongolia - Stereolab
Frog - Nits
Alguém - Bebel Gilberto

So, Kevin Smith survived a massive heart attack. Gen X, you are on notice.

Distance: 3.25 miles
Route: Forest Hill Loop
Temperature: 36°
Climate: sunny!
Pavement: dry
Mood: all right

And by the way, Half Marathon training begins today.

Stretches: yes

Okay, it's getting tedious. A little on automatic. Neither fighting against the cold, nor basking in the warm. Just, okay, time to run again. Not ideal. Things are going well, don't get bored or lose focus.

Baseline: 178 lbs.
Today: 171 lbs. (-0.5)
Goal: 170 lbs.

Saturday evening was a bit decadent. Swenson's fish sandwich and potato "teezers." Was it worth it? Sure.

However, my pants are no longer staying up without a belt. Progress.

The radio played our song.

We resume. Like starting from scratch. But we've done that before. I cannot understand how I can move from a person who defines himself as a runner to one who does not.

I see runners on the street and think, I used to do that. Like that. That is different. I used to see a runner and think; Hey, I wish I were running right now. I no longer feel that jealousy. I don't feel anything about it.

Well, that's not true. I obviously feel something. I am surprised I have not felt physical fatigue, that my legs have not been aching from disuse. I feel fine. My belly is soft, I haven't gained any more weight but I certainly haven't lost any.

This morning, however, I felt motivated. I began rehearsing a solo performance which opens in a few weeks, it would be nice to work on my breathing. To feel fit. Even a little fit. It would be a good idea to move.

Late Night Beats - The Post Club Sound of Britain (1998)
To Ulrike M (Original Mix) - Doris Days
U R Still Ahead - Kushti
Comfy Club - Pnu Riff
Starbursts Over Orion - Modaji
Can't Stay With You Baby - Jimi Tenor
Gutaris Breeze (6000km To Amsterdam) - John Beltram

In the late 1990s I was given to melancholy and inspired by afterhours club music. The year 1999 gave me Moby's Play and Everything But the Girl's Temperamental. Sometimes I would hear an album in a store and ask what that album is and just buy it. I was shopping at High Tide Rock Bottom in late 1998 and they were playing this sampler of downbeat house music and I just had to have it.

Distance: 3.25 miles
Route: Forest Hill Loop
Temperature: 41°
Climate: cool
Mood: maintaining

Why this album, this morning? Because I want a slow run. I wan to jog, and feel good about it.

It's still a favorite, though I'm not emotionally in sync with it any more. That last one I heard (that's half the album) by John Beltram actually made me break down in tears during the rehearsal process of Hamlet in spring of 1999. Like, bawling.

What am I emotionally in sync with these days? Anything?

Didn't look too good in shorts.

These are challenging days. My wife has spent a great deal of time the past month in Athens, while I have either been getting the kids to their events myself or with the aid of friends, and most evenings I have been doing that or taking care of household chores.

The last time I took an evening run, I was attempting to do that on top of everything else, and I made for a shitty running experience. I was tired, I was in pain, and we didn't have dinner until late. It made me very unhappy.

But I miss the action of running. I just shouldn't run so hard, I guess. I was unsatisfied with physical therapy. I have borrowed a roller, which is interesting, and seems to help. Most of all, I am simply not interested in exercise, which is depressing. Like, literally depressing.

Distance: 3.25 miles
Route: Forest Hill Loop
Temperature: 79°
Climate: hot & humid, but beautiful
Mood: anxious

Took almost an hour to get out. I thought it would hurt. It did hurt. And then it didn't. And then it did again. I ended sprinting, because a song came on to sprint to. To want to sprint to (it's not the one credited below.)

Friday night we saw My Friend Dahmer. Vincent Kartheiser plays a doctor who, in addition to almost becoming Jeffrey Dahmer's first victim, is a runner. Actually, it is because he is a runner that he is marked as a victim. Not that Dahmer hates people who run, it's just that he happens to run by the Dahmer house in Bath, Ohio.

The spot where Dahmer watches him is a road on a slight incline, so the doctor, Kartheiser, is laying it on to keep a steady pace. He's really striking the pavement with his feet. My nerve was stinging that night, I was favoring my right cheek in the chair (watching movies is not as much fun anymore) and I kept thinking how much that kind of exertion and impact hurts now.

But I got out. The wife is home now, she was a great encouragement to run. Now I have the rest of the night to write.

What's That Lyric?
Beat the Clock - Sparks

Not keeping track of weight anymore, not now. My consumption is an issue, yes, and I will try to take it easy there, but what I really need to do is to stop eating sugar. This rehearsal period was obscene, there were bags and bags of candy. People noticed, I couldn't keep my hands off it. And I am going to get sick and I am going to have long-term health problems and I am going to die early.

So I need to stop eating sugar.

We're slow to acknowledge the knots in our laces.

Running once a week? Sure, whatever. Truth, the mornings have been occupied with reading plays, and that has been exciting. This weekend, however, has been nothing but suck, as I have had a headache the entire time. Hate, hate, hate headaches. Too obvious? Fucking hate them.

However, it does mean I have been resting my hip, and I suppose that is a good thing, too. The question is, does rest make a difference?

Distance: 2.40 miles
Avg. Pace: 8:56
Duration: 21:26
Route: Horizon Loop

That was unsatisfying. My head doesn't hurt, but I feel logy and slow. This run just made me feel tired and unbalanced. No idea what the future brings.

Temperature: 54°
Climate: cool
Mood: questionable.

What's That Lyric?
Heart It Races - Dr. Dog