Regularly Posting Since 2000
I probably should not have bothered to watch the end of the Spurs @ Heat game last night, but I didn’t want to have missed it in case Miami managed to make a comeback. I still managed to hop out of bed at 5:15AM and lace up. I spent about fifteen minutes stretching and waiting for the sun and then hit the road for my ten miles. The first five seemed to be pretty easy, but then the weight of my sweat-soaked t-shirt started to bother me and I sort of lost steam at the end. I still finished, though, so I feel good about that.
My plan is to make it to a half-marathon in quarter-mile increments and then drop back down to five miles and ramp up again in half-mile increments. We’ll see.
I had a brutal migraine when I went to sleep last night. I managed to make it through Game of Thrones and then conked out, still in pain despite several pharmaceutical attempts to relieve the ice pick in my brain. It was still there when my alarm started ringing at 0600, but I knew it wouldn’t be able to survive a long run. So I laced up my sneakers and hit the pavement.
Don’t get me wrong: It hurt like hell to run. Every footfall was murder. But by the time I hit three miles, my headache was gone and I was drenched with sweat. I’ve done a good job of adding a quarter-mile to each run for over a month now, and was happy to push it to 9.75 miles. Ten is a nice round number lurking in the future.
Here are five photos of yours truly from 1975. Four are from March — about three months shy of my second birthday — and one is from June, presumably around my birthday. They are some of the only photos I have of myself as a child, and they were (apparently) very special to my mom, who kept them safe and very close to her for almost forty years. She died on August 12, 2012 and I miss her more than she’ll ever know.
The subjects of every state ought to contribute towards the support of the government, as nearly as possible, in proportion to their respective abilities; that is, in proportion to the revenue which they respectively enjoy under the protection of the state. … The rich should contribute to the public expense, not only in proportion to their revenue, but something more than in that proportion.
Adam Smith (June 5, 1723 – July 17, 1790)
Wealth of Nations
Happy birthday to the Duke, who said:
“Tomorrow is the most important thing in life. Comes into us at midnight very clean. It’s perfect when it arrives and it puts itself into our hands. It hopes we’ve learned something from yesterday.”
John Wayne, May 26, 1907 — June 11, 1979
And yesterday was the birthday of Ralph Waldo Emerson, who wrote:
“Finish every day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson, May 25, 1803 — April 27, 1882
I love you, sis.
My five favorite chocolates:
The regional government in Calabria, Italy, has approved a bill that would reduce prison sentences in exchange for reading books: For certain inmates, sentences would be cut three days per book. The bill will now go to the Italian Parliament. The bill was inspired by “Redemption Through Reading,” a similar program that’s been successful in Brazil’s overcrowded prisons.
My five favorite Velociraptor Photoshops:
My five favorite Beach Boys songs: