A couple responses to comments on the redpill/bluepill stuff:
Barbara: You don't really believe that. Are you suggesting there's no greater meaning to life?
anonymous: Fuck you.
Well, my last post was probably the closest I came to offending anyone this week, and I did have a small jab in there for the righties. I had dialed it down a bit, and I probably should have left it out altogether. I think it detracted from my attempt to frame your personal hero's journey as a primitive instinct.
Anyway, lots of running to discuss, most of it a struggle. 2 laps on the bridge, where it was brutally hot in one direction and bearable in the other direction. 5 miles around my neighborhood on friday, which I don't remember all that much, oh yes, now I remember, I got up real late and the sun was way up already and it was very hot and I was miserable.
This morning brought 12 good miles out of 16. It's a bit troubling, that I occasionally have so much difficulty going just over half the goal distance. My left foot complains a little, most of all when I'm just walking, and not so much when I'm running.
The highlight was breakfast at Los Ramirez, where I had the Omlette de Pollo, and for lunch I had Pizza Hut, and for dinner, probably something worse.
Listening to: Paco de Lucia - Entre Dos Aguas