Okay, so I'm officially freaked out. We got a load of Palm Springs going on here, sunny and 60ish, and all I can think as I do my lap around the lake before heading out to the old T-Give is: when will we pay our karmic debt to the weatherman? If it's on Sunday then I am officially bummed.
No strain no pain (actually a bit of a cramp in the same left arch, the one that always goes away by mile 3). Pace was 7:45 or so, which seems to be the new super-easy. I think that may be more about form than fitness.
I have mixed feelings about this holiday, as anybody who's read Nathaniel Philbrick's Mayflower might well do, but politics aside it's good and right to give thanks. It reminds me that the self is a helpful delusion, that our being and consciousness are intertwined with family; with friends; with social relations; with whatever God or transcendent higher cause we worship; even with fastrunningblog. Giving thanks is nothing more or less than an acknowledgement and an exaltation of our intimacy with the rest of the universe.
Here's to high quality carbo-loading!
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