Friday, January 19, 2018

Race Report Delayed: Memories of Burro Running

I was up at 5:15am this morning, dragging my rear end downstairs to bash on the treadmill for a while. The sun isn't making it's presence known until nearly 7am in my neighborhood at the moment, and I had a 7am call. I've been running from work lately (since sunset is 4:50pm right now) to get a partially lit run in, but today we are meeting up with folks after work, and I've got plans at lunch already. So the dreaded treadmill it was.

Lately, as much as I would prefer to run outside, the treadmill hasn't been too bad. The exactly even pace zones me out, and as long as I have a good audiobook, I don't constantly stare at the time and the distance. This morning though, I was paying less attention to Tiny, Beautiful Things by Cheryl Strayed, and more attention to memories of races-past.

Specifically, my second running of that fall classic, "Run with the Burros," retold below.

Thursday, January 18, 2018

Particular Set of Skills

Ok, so here's the news: Fred is leaving his post as neighborhood mailman. His last day will be Jan 31. According to Fred, via text to Eric, he's a contract employee, and the post office told him that he would need to start delivering three times the mail, but didn't offer him a raise. Fred told them what he would need in order to do the job, and they refused, so he quit.

I am seriously wondering if "three times the mail" is just the rest of the mail and the packages he doesn't deliver daily, but what do I know.

However, this is not the point of this blog.