Of course, it’s 4th of July and I live across from a school yard so they’re going to be setting crap off for a while longer. This is one of the nights of the year where I’m sure to be sleeping with earplugs and a pillow over my head. (New Years being the other night.) Every time I think they’re finished, someone else pulls something bigger out. It’s almost midnight now and a car full of about 20 kids drove up. They got out more fireworks and a gallon of rum. We’ll see if it ever gets quiet.

Went to the gym and it was actually more crowded than a Friday afternoon. So today was all about watching the Monk marathon or the Twilight Zone marathon, or some other TV when I should have been out in the sunlight. But the sun was too bright and hot for this Oregonian. We needed some drizzle.

I forgot one of the most important parts about my run. I haven’t been running for about a year and so I was rummaging around looking for running shorts. The shorts I wear to the gym are all running shorts, but I only have enough pairs to last a week and don’t want to run out. So, dug around the mess that I have instead of a real chest of drawers and put on the first pair of running shorts I found. Unfortunately, the rubber had gone bad in the waistband. I tried holding them up with a safety pin, but after getting two houses away, I knew it was time to come back and find another solution.

So, not only did my run end up pathetic, it started out pathetic as well.

I ran for the first time in about a year. I know about taking it easy, so I only went about two miles. Even with the short mileage I could tell that I’m going to be feeling it tomorrow. Yeesh. 2 miles in 21+ minutes. I guess time on the StairMill doesn’t do any good for running.

Yesterday (pretending it’s still Sunday) I was up at Greg’s assembling antennas. Next week they’re all going up on his tower. As I predicted, a lot of the assembly was done by me. Well, we did take a break and get some Dairy Queen Blizzards. I had a banana creme pie Blizzard that actually had bananas and not just the sickening fake banana flavoring. Well, it could have been fake bananas, but they tasted and chewed like the real thing. Ah, dining at its finest in Scappoose, OR.