Starting at Zero Dark Thirty…
Time to boogie.
Someone want to remind me why I thought it would be a good idea to be doing a 5K tomorrow morning, which requires getting up at Zero Dark Thirty?
Google tells me the world record for 5,000 meters is 12:37.35. There have been times when I would have tried for 37:52.05, but given how long it’s been since I ran, I’ll be happy tomorrow with 50:30.20.
As Dirty Harry said, “A man’s got to know his limitations.”
When he was dangling from the rope, blacking out, slipping away…
…when he remembered Nancy, how she was counting on him, how he had to keep fighting for her, no matter how easy it would be to just let go. No matter how much he had earned it.
This too shall pass.
Change the way you view things – there’s some really weird crap all around us!
Yeah, I know how the math works. It still catches the eye. And our gas is still about 50% more expensive than it is in 90% of the country.
Here, have a critter rerun:
Like watching an F-18 fly by on a high speed pass at 0.99 Mach, it seems that July has gone. I would feel better about that if it didn’t feel like we’re on a runaway train and the trestle and bridge have been washed away somewhere up ahead.
Here comes August…
Actually, I think the black ones are grebes. But shouting “Grebe!” doesn’t make any sense.