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Tonight was rather less ambitious: fairly peppy recovery run, around the Park-Enclosing-Block, except in the other direction. 3.6 miles.

I'm pretty surprised I'm not sore from yesterday! The first time I went out to the mall, I think, was summer 2005... I'd just read Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, and I was thinking about how he described hiking up a tall mountain, each step is like a little (Buddhist-flavored) devotional, you're just right there, in the moment, doing nothing except hiking. Step. Step. Step.

I was totally wrecked the next day, heh :)

In further running news: Mom and I are planning on roughing up the Tallahassee Turkey Trot. I'm thinking the 15K version sounds pretty good.

Tonight: Sort of an odd running expedition, but about four miles. From the house out to the far side of Tech campus, with a stop to see the Flock, this wild musical piece put together by Jason Freeman, with help from Martin samarin (this had to do with your masters project, yes?), including generous post-graduation helpings-out!

Flock is a piece for "saxophone quartet, dancers, electronic sound, video, and audience participation". The saxophone players were wearing these wonderful black baseball caps, each with a glowing ball on top, of a different color. And they were wandering around the room, and the motion-tracking cameras in the ceiling translated this into different music, which was sent wirelessly to the little PDAs strapped to their music stands. Then the audience got up and started walking around in the performance space, and Martin handed us little cards with instructions on how to clump into groups and rules for splitting and joining and moving the groups -- it felt sort of Game-of-Life-y, but certainly a very informal formal system, in that it involved people largely freely walking around.

And there was a display showing what the blob-tracking software was seeing, and fairly intuitively clear how this was changing the music (the audience was the percussive bits in the music, I think). Hooray Martin. Oh. And I guess hooray Jason too.

... and then I ran home.

Tonight: seven and one-fifth, out to campus, one "campus loop, longway", as Martin samarin and I used to call it, then back around the Big Block That Encloses The Park.

I'm feelin' it. February is going to be pretty awesome.

(also? I feel very awake, when I'm awake...)

I'm in lovely St. Petersburg, Florida (right next to Tampa) visiting the grandparents. This did not stop NaRoRuMo!

Tonight: 40 minutes around my cousin Matt's neighborhood. It's so pretty around here -- we're right on the coast, and the city is interspersed with canals, so wherever you go, it's right on the water and super-flat... and it's not cold (ever). You could run forever here...

National Road Running Month. It's official! Lindsey rockstarling, me, and apparently Nina from Sales... and you too, if you want! Run every day, for November. No days off!

I'm running in the mornings. I've never been a morning person (more of a sleep-'til-the-last-possible-instant person, typically), but for the past few days, I've had my curtains open, giving the alarm clock that sunshine-assist. It feels pretty good.

Today: a little over 5 miles, out to Candler Park, near where Brett zip4096 lives. The Freedom Park path is so beautiful. There's some stenciled Bad Poetry on it in a few places.