My Lord what a morning...

This is going to be largely a blow-by-blow of this morning's race and surrounding happenings. I'll put most of this behind lj-cuts.

( Before the race )

( Mile 1 )

( Mile 2 )

( Miles 3-4 )

( The Last Mile )

( Gripe about the management )

After the race, I stretched out for a while. I was glad to have brought a dry shirt and clean socks, especially as I had been dousing myself with water at the various water stations. Once my stomach had settled itself, I was ready for a real breakfast. I went to the Cottage Bakery (my favorite breakfast spot here, and as Justin puts it "the most calories for your buck") and had myself an order of pancakes, a pecan bun, and a cup of tea. All of this felt good, and I was happy. I then walked home (where I'm typing this) and now ought to take a shower, and head back downtown to go to the bank. I don't think I can wait for the Cambus, which doesn't run till noon, as the bank will close. Right now, my legs feel like Jello, but oh well. This was a nice morning.

(title of this post from the spiritual John Alston conducts as the recessional at Swat's commencement)

Niceness

After the race and the long lj post this morning, I went downtown to handle some transactions at the Hills Bank. I've just been reflecting; if I had gone down there at the time I did today, two or three weeks ago, I would have been in the middle of a bank robbery. Apparently some guy stuck up the bank, threatening to have a gun. He fled in a car but was fortunately caught by police several miles outside IC. No one was hurt; perhaps it's better that I missed it, but it sure would have made quite a story. I played the piano in Currier, as I haven't done in a few days, for a while before lunch.

This afternoon, Cindy, RaeLin, Adrian, and I went to see the King Arthur movie. It was entertaining; not the greatest film I've ever seen, but not a total waste of $5.

Dinner at Burge was followed by a walk out to John's Grocery (the Co-op-like "grocery store" that's really more of a liquor store, but is the only thing you can get to w/o a car), presumably to buy a loaf of bread. I stopped on the way at a used bookstore, which occupied me for the better part of an hour. A lot of the stuff was overpriced, for used books, but I had a nice time and wound up getting a choral score of the Faure Requiem, which is one of the works on my "choral pieces I'd love to do" list. I still recall walking down the hill to Sharples with Eric Eisenberg after chamber choir bass sectional, being big basses and solemnly intoning the "Libera me" baritone solo.

I was listening to some Eugene Onegin earlier this afternoon. All the dance music in that opera fills me with an irresistable urge to start dancing myself. My roommate must have thought I had gone mad, with my prancing around the room with an imaginary waltz partner in my arms... Too bad there's not really much (folk)dance going on around IC in the summer.

Tomorrow: light running, church, and then some stuff in the lab.