November 9

November 9th, running, 3 miles. Total is 21 miles, 16 of those running.

I was rushed for time tonight so I hopped over to the Evangel college track. It was a slow run, it was deadlift night and the legs felt like cement, plus I had to pee for like the whole last mile and a half. Not a very big crowd until the last mile when those Evangel undergrads finally emerged, resplendent in their snow pants and hoodies, huddled tightly together against the cold night as the temperature plummeted into the mid 60's, doing everything they could to survive the warm south breeze that cooled my sweaty brow. Every group I passed looked upon me with fear and awe, clutching rape whistles and shooting worrisome glances at the emergency phone in case this maniac with the running shorts and t-shirt and awkardly full bladder snapped and decided to eat them. The track bores me to death, I think the fearful looks of the undergrads as my townie ass runs by are all that keep me awake there.

And now I sit, petting el gato blanco, having finished my run and feasted on my nightly snack of scrambled eggs and hash browns. I'm going to live forever! Good night all.