Sunday, March 6, 2016

March 6: 4.33

It was a busy day and a wet day, but I dragged myself into my running gear just in time for the skies to open.  I waited it out before trotting around the neighborhood at twilight.  4.33 miles killed off one of the remaining sub-four daily records, and also one of the sub-five cumulative-milage days.  Hurrah for life's little triumphs.

The week as a whole wasn't anything to write home about.

The Avatar continued south on Highway B through tiny St. Thomas, Missouri.

Audio: I started... something.  One of the Ngaio Marsh detective novels.  I wasn't really paying much attention to it.  That happens sometime.  I might start again from the beginning.

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