Practicing the art of publishing and relentless Optimism against the INEVITABLE flow of time and my own self consciousness by not taking it too seriously.

New York.

6 or 7

I’m not sure exactly how many miles. And also I ran at like 8:30 at night, finishing around 9:40. This was a result of sleeping in, a result of dinner with Val.

I fed a homeless guy. He seemed nice, talked about the fish.

The speed was good. The legs were good. I was glad that this amount of running was feeling good. I tried to add two piers but only added one because of rules and ignored rules.

Still, long runs should keep getting longer this month

Piss Poor Lift/Working Days

Lift Swim