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Totally desolate track tonight. Cool and dry after rain all weekend. Still doing six and a quarter, since I run laps it's good to have a goal so I don't stop early. Being too optimistic about long distances usually just creates a bad attitude and the distance never happens. I want to run the 7 mile local walking path, but it closes at dusk and I'm a dedicated night runner. I can't seem to get excited about daytime running, I guess I like the solitude after everybody goes home. It does seem to clear the head better that having allot of people to run around. Anyway, the running is always good; always peaceful; and I've resigned to the fact that I can no longer keep up with the 15 year old. His legs are longer and his speed is beyond me at this stage of the game. I still may be able to beat him on endurance eventually, as he gets bored after a while. He does still admit I can run farther tho we both know I'm not nor never will be faster[again].

The Friday debate was rather disappointing. I think we all learned what a senile old pompus ass in the Whitehouse would look like.

My retirement plan is right on track the same as before: work 'til I die.