Tried out a new course tonight -- down Duncan, around the mall, up Waldron to Park, out Park across the freeway to 66th, down to Free Ferry, and back home. I think it's 3.90, although the Garmin did not cooperate entirely. One thing I don't need the Garmin to tell me -- that puppy is HILLY. I was pretty stiff from last night, so not very fast, but all in all, the run went well. Temps in the 60s helped.
Went looking for places to buy running shoes. You'd think there would be a running store in the commercial center of a metro area of 165,000, but there isn't (maybe this is a hint for my entrepreneurial future). Shoe Carnival and Academy carry the discount lines of Nike and Saucony and adidas and NB and so on; you can't buy a pair of Lunarglide, but you can buy a pair of Lunarrun. Foot Locker? Forget it. I'm not gonna pay mall prices to buy a pair of shoes from someone who doesn't know fartlek from Pampers. Anyway, didn't buy anything, but may go back later in the week. The current pairs of training shoes are both completely worn out.
In one week, I'll be 50. It's funny. By anyone's definition, I'm middle-aged, if not completely over the hill, but I still don't think of myself as Mr. Necessary. I hear that, I still mentally look around for my dad. Even my patients who don't understand that I'm not a physician generally call me Dr. Jeff. Yet I'm unquestionably in the second half of my life. Hey, I was only young once, but I can be immature all my life... | 