Today wraps up my ‘running week’. I ran 26.6 miles in all. That’s the most I’ve run in a weekly span since mid-winter when I was running around the Isthmus of Panama. Now the real work starts: running at least the same mileage throughout the summer every week, but picking up performance, a.k.a., speed. If I can pick up speed, I’ll have more time after running for writing. Yes, that’s the inspiration. Have you ever seen a ghost running?
I just read that some scientists have strong initial evidence that licorice can help prevent SARS. The active ingredient in licorice has a really cool name: Glycyrrhizin. How onomatopoeic! If I have another kid, that will be his name—Glycer Risin’ !
Ad hoc logic:
Saddam Hussein once existed. Have we found Saddam yet? No.
Weapons of mass destruction once existed in Iraq. Have we found the WMDs yet? No.
Therefore, Saddam and the weapons are probably alive, well, and together.
Somewhere in Jellystone National Park.
It was a strange day. I woke up aroused. Proceeded, like the good Frenchman I aspire to be, to drink a couple of cups of wine. Got even more aroused. Went online. Sat in front of my webcam, er, undressed, observed, and aroused. Made contact with a few aliens (remember? I’m their common cosmic whore.). Blew kisses to the cosmos. Then got swallowed up by a black hole. Pimped the organization’s prostitute in the workaday world. Only to find myself at 7 PM running amidst the dead.
On second thought, it wasn’t a strange day at all. Just another day in the life.
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