God knows where I'm going to.

It was a different time.

Logy morning, headachy. The kitten (is she a kitten? she's huge) reliably wakes us up at 4:00 AM. Not sure how long this is going to last. It's like having a toddler. A toddler with claws.

Distance: 3.1 miles

Duration: 28:57
Pace: 9:20

We got so irritated to learn that when Millennials thought of "the 80s" they were thinking of late 1980s, because of course they were. To them, "the 1980s" meant Bon Jovi, or Guns & Roses. To us, it was the early 1980s, which meant The Police, or Van Halen.

Actually, when we thought of the 1980s, we were really thinking of the late 1970s, like The Cars, Blondie and, well, The Police.

Now, when folks talk about the 90s, they really mean the late 90s. But that music was shit. The early 1990s, that was a golden era.

Guerrilla Theater Run (1991-1994)  
Strongman - Lucious Jackson
None of the Above - Duran Duran
Buried at Sea - MC 900 Ft. Jesus
Passin' Me By - Pharcyde
The Earth Died Screaming - Tom Waits
Ripcord - Radiohead
Strangers - Portishead

Route: Forest Hill Loop
Temperature: 54°
Climate: misty
Mood: headachy, that's a mood
Stretches: yes
Water: yes

Weight: 160 lbs.

Thought of not doing three, was surprised by the mist. Also, had a phone meeting right after, if I did do three. But three I did. Proud of myself.