biking 48:22  12.55 mi (3:51 / mi) +301ft 3:46 / mi
Meant to go longer but seemed to be lacking in energy, enthusiasm. So cut it short. See, I'm not always stupid. :-)
Not really sore after yesterday, just tired. Heel is still tender, but no worse. So time to start running again, at least modestly. And then hope for cool weather on the 25th.
And in the meantime, a trip to DC for my OCS (Officer Candidate School in combat engineering) reunion, 46 years after the fact. In relation to which, I got a small package in the mail a while ago, thought it was some token with regard to the reunion so I didn't open it right away. Finally opened it a couple of days ago, had a note and a rather small container inside.
Opened the latter first. It was an old-fashined compass contained in a circular brass case, unscrew the case and a compass inside. And engraved on the outside was "To: Lt. P. Gagarin. Best 1Sgt ever. Lt. R. Harris."
A bit of the back story. At OCS part of the training was in leadership, and so we each got a turn, or several turns, at the various positions. So for our platoon of about 40 there was a platoon leader, the one in charge, and a first sergeant, second in command, and four squad leaders.
I got named first sergeant for the second week there. They do everything they can to pile on the stress. You try to keep your head above water. I remember being glad to be chosen rather early in the process, a chance to stand out a bit. And I remember doing what I thought was a pretty good job for the week.
The problem is, for the life of me I don't remember R (Roger) Harris. Was he platoon leader that same week? Did I save his butt a few times?
Getting the compass seems to be both a wonderful thing, a memory on his part that way back in my early 20s, when I had little self-confidence and in general a poor self-image, that to someone else I seemed to have my act together so much that all these years later he has gone to such trouble to thank me.
And yet it is also such a sad thing, because I do not remember. Not at all. Not a clue who Roger is, or any memory of him at OCS, nor any memory of most everyone else there. It is just gone.
You want to hug the guy for the gesture. You also want to cry.
I expect it to be an interesting weekend.