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That’s my unasterisked time in my first real, honest-to-goodness 5K race. That’s a 10:20 mile, for you mathematically challenged folks out there.

I feel like I’m an adequate runner now and minimally fit. And of course, I am amazed that I ran as fast as I did.

Pretty good for a guy who, in early March, was begging God to just take him now after running a mere 3 minutes.

Next on the to-do list: Shave 30 seconds off my next 5K time, and start training for a 10K this fall or winter.

Your mission is to cheer on the Khouria, who’s blogging for 24 hours straight for the Day of Blogs, and raising money for books for underprivileged kids. I won’t have anything for you until later tonight or tomorrow anyway, when I post my race results. Go. Now.

Food pantry this evening, followed by The Dark Knight—at a proper movie palace, no less! Then tomorrow evening is the Crystal City Twilighter, and if you’re reading this, you’re invited for the race and for dinner and Tasty Beverages afterwards. (Look for the big 964 on the bib.) Then Sunday has me ushering at the morning Eucharist, which I think I rather need right now.

32:30 or bust!

…and jelly!

People who’ve read me for a long time know I’ve got a thing for peanut butter. I’ve written about Project Peanut Butter before, and I’ve just now found out about the PB&J Campaign.

The more PBJs (or other non-meat meals) that you eat, the better for the environment. No information on the environmental effect of grilling your PBJs first, though.

It’s been almost two months and still no God to be found. If any of you out have been there and managed to find God again, would you mind sharing how you did it?

I’m not Mother Teresa here. Faking it for 50 years is out of the question.

After a while, that’s become my automatic response whenever I enter my building’s elevator at the end of a lunchtime run and I get The Look.

What non-runners don’t get, and I’m just starting to, is that sweat = bliss.

After having to be off running for two weeks, I was pleased to find I was only slightly deconditioned. Maybe an 11:00 easy mile instead of a 10:45. But it was a good workout otherwise, and I was able to find my groove for an honest 31-minute run, without having to stop and walk along the way.

Even small victories feel wonderful.

You ever get in one of those moods where everything you read or hear just gets your goat something awful, and you dash off five different missives with colorful language to make your exquisite point, only each time at the last minute you think, Well, fuq it, this will just be wasted anyway, and so you chuck the whole thing and hate yourself for being such a moral wimp but are too mentally exhausted to care anymore?

Yeah, it’s been like that for me for a week now.

I’ve also plateaued between 210 and 215, and not been able to exercise for two weeks now. I suspect the two are related. It’s also been a month and a half since I was last able to feel God’s presence. This too is important.

Oh, and whoop dee fuqn doo, lookee here, it’s a Lambeth Conference! This, I suspect, is not important, except that it gets bishops out of our hair for a little while.

Something else important: last Friday, during my shift at Food Pantry, we had 14 people show up in one hour needing food, which is unheard of even at the end of the month, let alone in the middle. Their stomachs will be filled with good things? They need good things now.

Seeing the Baby Boomer Death Counter, for some reason, reminded me of this joke:

“At weddings, all my grandparents and aunts and uncles would come up to me and pinch my cheeks, telling me, ‘You’re next.’ Oh, but they stopped in a hurry when I did the same thing to them at funerals.”

Yes, the PiscoSister will be adopting another kitten as soon as she’s fixed. As soon as the kitten is fixed, not the PiscoSister.

So… Pip’s getting a sister! Well, a half-sister, at least. I’m sure a plethora of pictures will ensue.

My job would be so much more tolerable if I could impose sanctions on attorneys who mistakenly think they don’t have an affirmative duty to disclose.