Well rested (slept in until 11) and well fed (mashed up some bananas and made flax-yogurt-walnut muffins), today felt great. I didn't time it, but I pushed a bit, so I hope my mile splits were around 7:15 for most of it? The last mile was not fast; I took the alternate route back--around the museum and back down 22nd--and had to stop at just about every crossing and traffic light.
I ordered another set of 2110s today:
so, after breaking them in for a few weeks, with the fancy Nike shirt and Asics shorts I picked up at the 50% off sale, I'll be all ready for the race.
This last bit is completely random, but I just love the civil war. So in honor of today's turnaround point, and the concert I went to on Tuesday, I leave you with Union Maid, another one from Woody Guthrie served up by a great contemporary alt-country band.
There once was a union maid, she never was afraid
Of goons and ginks and company finks and the deputy sheriffs who made the raid.
She went to the union hall when a meeting it was called,
And when the Legion boys come 'round
She always stood her ground.
Oh, you can't scare me, I'm sticking to the union,
I'm sticking to the union, I'm sticking to the union.
Oh, you can't scare me, I'm sticking to the union,
I'm sticking to the union 'til the day I die.
This union maid was wise to the tricks of company spies,
She couldn't be fooled by a company stool, she'd always organize the guys.
She always got her way when she struck for better pay.
She'd show her card to the National Guard
And this is what she'd say
You gals who want to be free, just take a tip from me;
Get you a man who's a union man and join the ladies' auxiliary.
Married life ain't hard when you got a union card,
A union man has a happy life when he's got a union wife.
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