9:30 p.m. The first 5k was awful, but the remainder improved progressively. It is taking me at least three miles to get started on runs lately. Weird. Or is it? Anyway, while returning from Farmington, some kid blasted by me on the other side of the street. I didn't like getting passed, so I picked up to match his pace. We pulled even, and I could hear him breathing hard. Within a mile he had fallen off. I love it when I can grind down a punk kid. It is a wonderfully cool evening. Ah, this race coming up. It vexes the mind, it does. "I declare myself loosed from imaginary limits." Gotta get my head to believe... | 