I’m not from here
I just live here
Grew up somewhere far away
Came here thinking I’d never stay long
I’d be going back soon someday
— the prophet mcmurtry
Every day is the same. Get up. Drink coffee. Try to avoid the news. Read too much news. Worry. Go for run.
Every day I’m no faster. Every day I feel the same, like I’m running in Leadville toward Mosquito Pass. No faster. No slower. The same. Always the same.
I should be getting faster. Instead, I’m getting slower. My vo2 max is down to 34. My spirits are a good deal lower than that. I don’t know what to do. 3.1 exertion rate with a 15:56 average? Something’s wrong. I’m not from here. I just live here.
Maybe this is what dying is like. Just in slow motion. Very slow.
On to the next day. Bill Murray made it looks so easy …
gumbo loop, 10 a.m., 98
47:56 (15:56, 124)
15:12, 16:38, 15:57
146, 0.69, 3.1, v34