We're safe for the moment.

Tuesday morning I banged my little toe on something upstairs ... some of the team has been using the transition to summer to clean house, which means emptying your own room into the hallway. It's fucking dangerous. Just navigating the path means twisting this way and that, it's irritating.

Distance: 3.25 miles
Route: Forest Hill Loop
Temperature: 70°
Climate: overcast & hot
Mood: all right

Started seeing a chiropractor on Thursday. Totally new approach to dealing with my nerve issues, new exercises, electric muscle therapy. It's all very interesting, we shall see how effective/expensive it becomes.

Stretches: yes

Hot run in the park. Good run. Bit of a pain in my side. Need to do those new stretches. Cavs lost. What's past is past. Moving on. Perhaps a parade today? Plans for a play that opens in less than a week. We're safe, for the moment.

Baseline: 178 lbs.
Today: 164 lbs. (+1.5)
Goal: 160 lbs.

Troilus & Cressida Playlist
Someone Great - LCD Soundsystem
Like Eating Glass * - Bloc Party
Get This Party Started - Shirley Bassey
You're Beautiful * - James Blunt
Let's Make Love & Listen to DFA (Calvin Harris Remix) - CSS
Lebanese Blonde - Thievery Corporation

Emotion.

According to a new study, marathon runners forget how awful and painful marathons are: http://t.co/8tlsUfjwLs pic.twitter.com/4sJIYPilHU
— New York Magazine (@NYMag) April 28, 2015

There are so many jokes here, I do not know where to start.

Temperature: 45°
Distance: 2.65 miles
Avg Pace: irrelevant
Climate: cool

The Most Distracted Man In The World

There are actually three million different events and projects for me to think about and cope with and manage today, and every day. And yet yesterday I felt entirely adrift and unable to concentrate. The future is not without great work, but it's so far in the future.

Sunday I begin rehearsal on the summer Shakespeare. You would think that would be kind of on my mind. But that's three days from now, I mean come on.

Weight: 159 lbs.
From Goal: -1.0

Wow. Doesn't take much to ruin my morning. Construction at Monticello and Forest Hills, Spotify dropped the internet connection, and other events I do not need to mention.

That's right, Spotify, you lose. Nothing I hate more than a solo run without music. I need to figure out why I can't sync my iTunes to my phone because I'm not dealing with that again.

Tuesday Alcohol Units: -0-
Wednesday Alcohol Units: -0-

No, you can't take that away from me.

Since Sunday's run ... that night, my right knee was unbearable, hobbling everywhere. My left knee felt marvelous.

I have been ravenously hungry, and eating non-stop. Real junk, too - I think in the last three days I have eaten at least a dozen cookies, a piece of cake, two candy bars, some small bags of chips - it's sick.

I began weeping uncontrollably while chatting with my wife in the kitchen because I was overwhelming with the realization that I really love running.

1990 Playlist
Hard to Handle - The Black Crowes
Serious - Duran Duran
Burning the Ground - Duran Duran
Vogue - Madonna
Let's Go - Ernie Isley
Let's Talk About Sex - Salt-N-Pepa
Head Like a Hole [copper] - Nine Inch Nails

Distance: 3.25 miles
Temperature: 62º
Weather: dark
Weight: 159.5 lbs.