Runner’s diary, Thursday

It was raining when I got out of bed this morning (not to be mistaken with when I first awoke — yes, the dogs woke us at 5 again), so I stayed inside at the gym and hit the treadmill. That allowed me to push my pace in a way that I find difficult outside. I ran three today in 25:51 — 8:37 per mile. Not great, but a start.

I seem to be using that last phrase a lot and it is pretty weak, when you get down to it. How often can something be a start. At some point, I just have to hang it out there, right?

iPod: Buddy and Julie Miller, Written in Chalk

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Hank Kalet is a poet and freelance journalist. He is the economic needs reporter for NJ Spotlight, teaches journalism at Rutgers University and writing at Middlesex County College and Brookdale Community College. He writes a semi-monthly column for the Progressive Populist. He is a lifelong fan of the New York Mets and New York Knicks, drinks too much coffee and attends as many Bruce Springsteen concerts as his meager finances will allow. He lives in South Brunswick with his wife Annie. View all posts by hankkalet