So I went to church, and listened to a sermon about Jesus knowing how he would handle the 5,000 ravished hopefuls coming to listen to him preach but as the horde approached, he tested his apostle Phillip,. What should we do, he asked?
Phillip bemoaned being able to feed the advancing hungry horde but Andrew said there was a boy who had 5 loaves and two fishes and that's a start. That's Andrew's Way, that you have more than you think for starters (we know how Jesus was able to make the loaves and fish be enough for all).
Interestingly, afterwards as I walked out of the building I encountered an Eastern Orthodox woman from Russia who wanted to attend a service in the historic Falls Church. I introduced her to the reigning priest and went home.
With all that exhausting work behind me, I settled in to watch the Olympics on TV. Women's cycling, volleyball, swimming qualifying heats. I could care less about that stuff, so at 11:30 am I bestirred myself, turned off the boob tube, changed and went to the curb.
There's a five-mile loop around my greater neighborhood that I used to run often, back in the olden times. Back then I could usually break 45 minutes and I liked to get it around 42 minutes.
I started out in the noontime heat and humidity, thinking that was a good choice. For the first mile, I went through all kinds of scenarios as to why I should make this a mile run, or a 2K run or an indeterminate run out the W&OD Trail.
I got past those negative thoughts however and my breathing regulated and got less ragged as I committed to the run. At two miles I came upon a man standing by his fence line three feet off the sidewalk using a large watering wand to inundate his flowers.
"Hit me!" I cried out to him as I ran towards him, pointing to the copious water flow emanating from the hose nozzle. He looked at me in confusion.
I gave him a circular motion with my hand, miming water cascading over my overheated body. He didn't get it till I was past when he suddenly understood and held up the gushing nozzle but I was already heading away from him and not about to stop.
At three miles I ran by the county golf course and the mini-golf range with its rushing-about children talking excitedly. This was a hill up and this took me from the shade of the sidewalks to the sunlight of the road's shoulder.
I was tiring by the fourth mile which I passed at 40:15. One mile out, a large downhill in front of me fronted by and finished by a couple of short uphills, I tried to air it out a little so I could break 50 minutes. I had to make up 15 seconds though to do this.
I turned onto my block and then sprinted the last 100 yards to stop my watch at the return to my driveway at 49:59.20 for five miles. Yes!