Running 37:00 [3] 7.5 km (4:56 / km) +50m 4:46 / km
A real lame, slow sloshing 7 k run with not much energy and no great lower Hudson Valley poetry jumping at me. There is some ruminating about the chapter which I am revising today. I also ponder, why my book has 600 pages instead of a sleek 150 pages, which would be 4x less work to revise. I am definitely writing a Highlander, not a sprint. Wow, this is a good metaphor. Completely useless though, because nobody in the rest of the world knows what I am talking about. Really cryptic, almost Joyceian or Proust-like. And all this on a lame, slow, sloppy run.
I fry some chocolate chip cookies in the microwave to celebrate. Something goes wrong while nuking the Nabiscos. They explode and send a yellow haze through the kitchen and across the city of Beacon. More... no I can't... shouldn't have... got to go. The Hazmat guys are outside. I just wanted to be a good American, maybe even Texan, at least for a minute.