The Memorial Run Oklahoma City: Second Race

Remember This Run; OKC 2024

I finished my first race of the year this past weekend. Another 26.2 miles in the win column. Well not exactly “Win” like first place, but “win” as in everyone wins a trophy. It’s the medal around my neck in the picture by the way. I’m half kidding about everyone getting a trophy. The medallion is a race tradition that everyone walks away with for paying the race fee. No one equates it to winning. We compete against ourselves and try to improve on the last race time. We strive for the ever-shifting PR (Personal Record) and tweak our routines for efficiency. It can feel a bit like solving a problem. The inputs change, weather, health and weight. Course conditions like hills will break down your stamina.

Don’t get me started on food. Finding the right balance of carbs and fats for endurance running is harder than finding a good pizza joint in Oklahoma. I guess it’s a relief that pizza’s not a great option.

Race Gimmicks

Fortunately, Oklahoma City isn’t crazy hilly. Where there are hills, they are front loaded into the course. The second portion is mercifully flat. Heavy rain and thunderstorms the night before made the roads wet. I didn’t encounter any ankle deep puddles but a light drizzle here and there made for slick shoes. I saw one man in a shirt and tie combo and a pair of tan dress slacks keeping a steady pace. I’m not sure what that was about, some gimmick I guess. Usually where there is one there are others. But I didn't see any others dressed like that.

As I neared the finish I saw a teenager jog quickly ahead of me in loose crew socks and camouflage crocs. I’ve seen super fit guys run in those hiking, strappy type sandals that wrap around your ankle before but never crocs. I had to laugh despite my exhaustion.  

Past Regrets

 This was my second effort at the Run to Remember. Last year didn’t go well. I was sick and nearly dropped out of the race. I popped a few Pepto Bismol tablets at one of the medical tents. I felt better enough to continue tottering toward the finish. I did a lot of tottering last year—painful and pathetic though it was. It’s a cross between a walk and stagger, like a pirate with a wooden leg hustling across a busy street.  

This year I prepared better with the food. I started eating a spaghetti meal the night before every big practice run. I like Italian food, so fuhgeddaboudit! In order to keep the same routine, I ate a banana and had a gel pack every 50 minutes or so. In the last couple of weeks I started taking electrolyte tablets. I could drink Gatorade along the route instead, but I despise the sweet powdery taste on my weak stomach. It’s nearly always mixed by hand and served in a large thermos. The mix is frequently too strong. I imagine they double up on the required measurements and then serve it lukewarm.

Summer Lesson

For some reason, I get very nervous about these marathons. This might explain the weak stomach. It’s like I anticipate the struggle before it happens and naturally shrink away. It’s not fear. It’s more of a reluctance to embrace the pain that’s coming. I had a job one summer helping a contractor put on roofs. The thought of getting up early and working my body raw made me reluctant to leave the comfort of my sheets. I’d worked grocery for a lot of years and even helped my Dad with landscaping on Saturdays. But I’ve never had such a hot, dirty job that demanded so much effort from sunup till sundown. I knew it would involve carrying shingle bundles (half packs) up the ladder multiple times.  Before that we ripped off about 5 layers of old shingles on this ancient Victorian and hurled them into the dumpster. Apparently, the last roofers didn’t bother to rip the old layer off. That meant more grueling work for us.

I remember the feeling I’d get after working a hard day in the heat, wrung out. The pain in my shoulders and arms gave way to a new satisfaction after a long shower. Not the kind of satisfaction that comes from getting that Jeopardy question right that no one else knew, but of a strenuous task done right. The pain, a reminder of a kind of success I hadn’t known before.  

Conclusion

I’ve run 4 marathons now, each slightly different. My time hasn’t improved from the first. It does bother me, but I refuse to make the timing the whole of the event. I'm still hovering over the 5 hour mark. Just finishing the race is an achievement I’m proud of. When you know what it takes to finish, you can’t get too hard on yourself. No matter what the clock says at the end of race, the feeling in my legs is a satisfying pain. I know what I overcame. Plus I got the same trophy that everyone gets.  

 

 

Trump In NYC: What is Bragg Thinking?

 

Trump's PR Machine Makes Fools of the District Attorney's Office

The incident at the Harlem Bodega on Tuesday was a genius move. 

After this ridiculous show trial over payments to Stormy Daniels, Donald Trump popped in at a shop that made news a few years ago when the owner killed a man who tried to rob him. It was an obvious case of self defense, caught on video. If you never heard about the incident it goes like this. A woman comes into the bodega to buy a bag of chips.

Her card gets declined. She storms out and comes back later with this Austin Simon. Simon walks behind the counter and gets in the owner’s (Jose Alba) face. Alba grabs a knife at some point. It’s not clear when but it must have been within reach. He stabs Simon off camera and after a few seconds comes back into the frame holding a bloody knife.

The hospital pronounced Simon dead shortly after the ambulance picks him up. Because New York City is lawless, Alba gets slapped with a 2^nd degree murder charge. Thankfully the video made an impression and forced the DA to drop the charges less than a month later. That lazy, useless District Attorney is the same one charging Trump in this current payment case--Alvin Bragg. Someone on team Trump had the brilliant idea to arrange a photo op with the current owner of the bodega and Trump. It’s not Alba anymore. He left the ‘land of the free’ (don’t laugh) for the Dominican Republic after his incident. But the spectacle of Trump, shaking hands and talking to the people of New York is a savvy PR move.  

It also means that Trump has some good people who understand media and marketing. Then again, New York is making it easy for Trump to show off. The judge in the payment case (the reason DJT is in New York) has insisted the former president stay in the city for the duration of the trial. This will give Trump an opening to make an even bigger circus out of the court, the city and the mayor.

He already made Biden look bad by attending officer Jonathan Diller’s wake. This, during the same week of a big DNC fundraiser for Joe Biden’s reelection campaign. Clinton and Obama were at the fundraiser with celebrities, all hamming it up. The contrast was striking. A law and order president against a Hollywood/Big Tech president. The Diller family even told the governor, Kathy Hochul, to leave the funeral.

We’re told by quite a few people who grew up in New York City that the streets were rougher in the 70’s and 80’s. Nearly everyone got mugged at least once. It should be clear that the city isn’t serious about solving crime anymore. District Attorney’s like Alvin Bragg aren’t just soft on crime, they practically encourage it. When you’re more likely to charge citizens who defend themselves, like Mr. Alba and Daniel Penny, word also gets around. In an environment like this a guy running for president could do a lot of damage around town from a PR standpoint. Especially if he finally has a team that knows how to manage his moves. 

Gavin Wax is one such leader. I heard him do an interview with Jack Posobiec shortly after Trump’s Bodega stop. He’s clearly behind a lot of these decisions to get Trump in front of cameras and look like an effective leader. He promised more of the same.

The DA’s office is going to regret making Trump stay in the city. The old GOP would never do this. Can you imagine Mike Pence throwing support to a bodega where a black man was stabbed to death? It’s not that Pence and others don’t care about crime, but their instincts are to not offend or court controversy. If they criticize it’s only in the most generic way. My dear friend from the great state of New York, and all that nonsense. In happier times I’d prefer a genteel, statesman-like approach to conflict. But we’re in put up or shut up times. Effectiveness is all that matters. I don’t want to hear what a decent, honest and Christian man you are. I’m not excusing weakness anymore because of your firm principles.

To be fair though, Trump was a star before he ran for president and always loved the attention. No one else could have this kind of popular success. I’ve never thought of Donald Trump as a crusader for truth and justice. But he is risking everything and taking a lot of arrows in the process. A cynic will say that he is only doing it for fame. He’s never been more popular after all. But he’s literally gambling with his life and risking a serious loss to his fortune which affects his family when he’s gone. Whatever his motivations are in going through this legal gauntlet I hope he sees it through and gets back to the White House. Hopefully he has better people around him this time. 

How to Think About the Times and See the Big Picture

 

The First Principles Method of Evaluation

I listened to Mark Steyn’s weekly Q&A just an hour ago. Subscribers write in and ask him questions about anything in the news. The subject of countless lawsuits, Mark often finds himself in the news. A lot of listener (and reader) questions are directed to him. Since he’s covered the English speaking world, his range of knowledge is quite broad. He doesn’t just feed information to his listeners like he’s reading from an encyclopedia. He’s a bit like Rush Limbaugh, his focus is always toward larger trends that can be seen in smaller ones. He calls this philosophy, First Principles. It’s the same idea I had when naming my blog. Here's how I defined it few years ago.

Thinkers Philosophy

I’ll sum it up like this, you have to understand the underlying philosophy of current issues or you won’t know how to think about them. For instance, free speech is fundamental to life in a democratic system. Laws designed to curb speech are unjust. I wouldn’t want a communist in America not to have the right to voice his opinion, even though I loathe communism and find it evil. But I don’t get to decide who can speak and who can’t.  

 In the same way, Mark always focuses on the big picture in the world. In this case, a mafia like federal government that’s trampling citizen rights. He’s tough on the Constitution ‘wavers’ who think our founding document protects them from assault. The whole apparatus of government, the deep state, is playing by its own rules and going around the official process.

Chaos and Disorder

The Constitution doesn’t mean anything if whole departments operate with impunity. The justice department comes to mind as the most egregious one. But you could make a case that any one of the official departments use ‘work arounds’ for their immediate needs. Matt Taibbi exposed a lot of these ‘work around’ tactics when Elon Musk gave him access to Twitter’s email database. The FBI (primarily) was using Twitter like its own digital secret police. That’s the larger point of what the civilized world is facing. “Enemies” like the J6ers or Covid skeptics get treated like domestic terrorists. Many are being locked up for years, after being held without a trial for years, over “trespassing”. While in blue cities the district attorneys refuse to charge violent offenders. Presumably to create chaos and control people who want to live free.

With this idea of looking at the larger picture, Steyn doesn’t get wrapped up in the minutiae of legalisms.

Because the legal rationale is beside the point. Soviet police chief Lavrentiy Beria famously said “Show me the man and I’ll show you the crime”. Legal arguments become silly in a world where citizens are locked up for years for entering the Capital to take pictures.

 The West is committing suicide by allowing corruption to fester for too long. Legitimate voices are being silenced in this era of widespread censorship. It’s the so-called liberal West that’s doing it too. That’s maybe the biggest change in my lifetime. The Soviet bloc countries were supposedly basket cases led by tyrants. The West, and mostly America was the land of the free. But the important thing to remember is, without a fight we’ll lose our way of life. Mark is a pessimist but sees the issues clearly. I refuse to be without hope. I might not know the status of the future, but I believe in God and His plan for me. I do think dark days are coming for America in the near term.

Conclusion

But it will also be a wonderful time of hope and restoration. New souls with find the Kingdom, wayward Christians will return to God. In the same way that First Principles types (like Steyn) can draw on small incidents to find a larger context, Christ draws on the impersonal to focus on the personal. Financial trouble can force you to evaluate your life the same way a health event can. Suddenly, spiritual things can be seen in stark relief again the world’s system. The world a lot of us grew up in isn’t coming back. The future seems bleak right now because we’ve come through a very wealthy period in history. We mostly had a strong legal system that respected private property, speech and religion. The federal government was smaller relative to what it’s become. I don’t mean in the number of employees who drew a paycheck either. I’m talking about reach. Here is why I’m not worried long term. God is just. Those who fear Him live according to His ways. It stands to reason those who don’t fear Him don’t live according to His ways. They’ll answer to God eventually. Now that’s a First Principle.

When we surrender to Christ we can never lose. Even if we don’t know where we’re going, we get to find out. In a way that’s kind of exciting.

Good Friday, Easter and the Future of Church in America

Easter Sunday and Christianity in America

It’s Easter on the last day of March. That's early this year. My mom went to see her grandkids in Texas. I went to my Dad’s for lunch and caught up with my sister who's in town for the weekend. Since I’m a volunteer at church, I couldn’t head off to Texas. I probably wouldn’t have anyway. My marathon is less than a month away and I need most of Saturday morning to get in shape. Yesterday was a long day of training before I came home and slept for 2 hours. 

Lazy? Perhaps, but it felt so good to crash after a hot shower. I didn’t care.

Good Friday

The night before was Church on the Move’s Good Friday service. That’s an important one for tone and remembrance. It’s almost as important as Easter itself, the pain and suffering Christ endured must be juxtaposed with His glorious resurrection.

It's appropriate to be emotionally wrung out after the ceremony. I emphasize “ceremony” and not sermon because Good Friday should be a heavy day. Christians understand how the story finishes of course. Jesus overcomes death and the grave for all time. He makes a spectacle of Satan’s plans. He invites us to share the good news of salvation with the whole world. It’s more than a heroic story told and retold for generations; it’s THE story. Christ is Risen. He is coming back. We can encourage each other in this truth. But we need the solemnity of Good Friday to tee up the joyous celebration of Easter. It helps us understand what’s at stake and understand the human betrayal and suffering of our Lord.

I offered to help with communion. Instead of the usual wafer and juice in a sealed package they opted for real bread and juice cups near the front of the sanctuary. Everyone lined up down the aisles and shuffled to the front. Not the most efficient way perhaps, but they wanted a more memorable experience. This way, communion is the last piece of the evening and also sticks in your memory. Good Friday is about the crucifixion--Easter, the resurrection.

Communion

 My job was to light the candles and take away the empty trays when the cups ran out, an easy task for the most part. One guy in line threw me off my game a bit however. He grabbed the top tray and handed it to me. It still had full cups so I was confused. Then he grabbed the next tray and tried to hand that to me. I was even more confused. What was he doing with the trays?

His only job was to take a cup of juice, grab a piece of bread and go back to his seat. This was too much for him. The woman in line right behind asked if he needed help. Again, we aren’t exactly sure what he needed help with. Eventually he answered that he did. I sensed her frustration as well. She grabbed him a cup and placed it beside him so he could move on. I restacked the trays, quietly laughing to myself about the absurdity of the situation. Other than that minor hiccup, it was an emotional evening. Easter was more typical, a hopeful sermon laced with warning about sin and death. A lot of hands went up to receive Christ as Lord and Savior.

The next day I attended the Saturday service. It seems a little like jumping ahead in the retelling of the story. Jesus rose on Sunday after all. The technicality isn’t that important, what matters is the message.

The Future Faithful

I often wonder if Easter service will look different in the future. This is more a thought exercise in what “church” might mean in general. Will we see large churches in America (megachurches) 10 years from now? Will persecution in this country affect the way we gather? I can’t help thinking that major changes are coming for the country and the American Church, to say nothing about the rest of the world. People of all walks of life are starting to realize the corruption at the heart of a lot of institutions. I don’t mean to say that all churches are corrupt. Too many though have traded the truth for a lie; they’ve placed cultural trends and beliefs above Scripture.

But I can see a wave of churches refusing to go along with government mandates that inhibit their message. The communist party in China allows churches to exist if they register with the government. Even the Pope made a handshake agreement with the CCP to keep the Catholic Church operational. I can imagine a similar event here. Teach this and not that or we revoke your tax exempt status. That won’t be enough. They’ll have to start arresting preachers and dragging them through court. What looks like a death knell for the church will lead to a firestorm of converts. This is traditionally how the church grows, in persecution. We’ll have left the 4 walls and come up with new ways to reach the lost.

Conclusion

What sounds like an ominous warning of darker days can turn out to be the transition the church needs. In its current static (and wealthy) state it can only grow so much. The church is the people of God after all and not a building or a congregation on a particular Sunday morning. Wherever we are, God is in the midst. Just like Good Friday, when all looks lost and hope is nearly forgotten, Sunday shows up. The Church’s best days are still in front of us.

He is Risen. Spread the Word.

 

Working Through Life's Occasional Malaise

 

 Hard Work is a Foundational Principle

Do I still appreciate writing or has my lax schedule forced me to rethink it altogether?

It’s a chore rather a love anymore. I write less because I’m studying for a personal trainer’s exam. More days of the week are consumed with at least an hour and a half in the evening spent reading and answering questions in a study guide. Writing is suddenly my neglected skill but I wouldn’t trade the current situation. I like learning about the human body, exercise, nutrition and strength. My obligation to both my personal and business websites, has taken a beating. There’s no sense complaining about it. The adjustment is necessary for my part time job prospects. But I do feel like I’ve neglected my first love.

Appreciate the Process?

It's possible that I’m feel guilty about not being interested in a lot of the things I used to be interested in. That’s a different kind of guilt. How many times have I written about losing interest in a topic? Running and scripture are about the only 2 things I consistently write about anymore. I’ll put other things up but it seems obligatory. I needed to get this week’s quota of writing on the site, so here it goes. A lot of good writing starts out as a freeform exercise so I’m not knocking it. But I don’t comment on politics as much. I don’t really know what’s going on and that’s a difficult thing to admit. How much in the news (mainstream or alternative) is true and how much is false? No idea. I clicked on a link to a story about Covid, or maybe the vaccine. I got a few hundred words in and thought, “nope…don’t care”. That happens a lot now. Not only on Covid stuff but on a whole catalogue of current events.

 Sports are barely on the radar as a topic of interest. It’s tough to get jazzed about entertainment when so much of life in this country is looking very grim. I told myself I wouldn’t bleed out despair in this post but some of it is unavoidable.

Appreciate Entertainment?

When it comes to TV and movies, I don’t spread my wings much. Most nights I tune in for an hour before going to bed. It’s either serial shows that I’ve seen already (Seinfeld, Cheers) or long running dramas (Blue Bloods) that have been on the air for years. That last window of time before I go to bed is my zone out time. I don’t want to get creative or try something new. I’m officially winding down. The only topics I want are the easily digestible, light comedy or formulaic detective shows. I haven’t done any reviews lately because again, it’s tough to get jazzed about entertainment. Not to mention, sports and film are so painfully woke I don’t have the energy to wrestle with it, hence the old shows.

I’ll admit that a lot of this recent malaise and reluctance to write is very attitude driven. It’s like that unfinished part of your spare bedroom you’ve been meaning to work on but never do. The best you can manage is to walk through, look at the walls and take some mental notes about colors and furniture. Then you sit down with bowl of Breyers mint chocolate chip and complain about how expensive the project will be.

Appreciate the Wins?

At some point it’s just laziness. It’s more than laziness though; there’s a mental fatigue that comes from being overwhelmed by outside influences. That’s not an excuse but it does get closer to the problem. When nothing in life is going right, everything is a struggle. From finances to relationships and physical or mental strain, creativity gets pushed out and indifference takes over. Writers have to write, struggles and all. No one gets a break to sit one out. No one gets to take a month off and ignore the bills or eat what they like every day. We can’t tell our employer “Just, No” for a week and expect to keep our job. Life is crushing at times and we have to learn how to juggle events, work projects and family time. It’s true for writers and it’s true for everyone.

But we appreciate the growth because it’s hard. We value hard won victories. From a slight increase in jogging pace to a smaller waist size after a full season of running. Because what’s the alternative? We can’t keep avoiding hard tasks. Humans are meant to build and increase and grow. Not only our physical bodies but also our mental faculties. Learning anything requires foundational principles from which to build on top of. But just as easily we can ignore the building phase and opt for an easier existence. There’s also a habit-forming quality to avoiding difficulties as well. It’s not hard to imagine what this looks like. Take the easy path every time and life is difficult in a whole new way. You create a different set of problems when you’re a slave to the easy life.

Conclusion

Problems might be a part of life but I’m a problem solver. That’s a statement of intent more than a recognition of an absolute truth. I might be doing less writing these days but I’m not putting it aside entirely. It’s the clearest method I’ve found for problem solving and communicating an idea. Not to mention, it’s cathartic because it allows me to explore my thoughts (crackpot theories?) in a pseudo-intellectual way. For now though, it’s back to studying.

Daylight Savings: Stay or Go?

 

Must Be Daylight Savings Time, Again

This week was different from the previous in one big way, I was very tired. Daylight savings time is the likely culprit. If it’s affected me like this in previous years I don’t remember. I wouldn’t have assumed my lethargy was related to the yearly spring ahead campaign on my own. Someone at work mentioned that they weren’t sleeping well this week because the time change was “killing them”. I thought about that. My week was pretty rough too. I came home completely drained on Tuesday after work. Wednesday, the sluggish bug bit me again. Thursday, I jogged with my marathon group but didn’t have enough energy to go as far. Friday felt a little more regular, maybe I’m over it.

An hour of lost sleep shouldn’t matter that much but apparently it does. Nothing else was different. The weather has been in the low 60s. For March that’s incredible. I can’t blame it for causing some drowsy spell every afternoon. Daylight Savings makes sense because nothing else does. It’s likely that I notice it more now that I’ve been studying my personal training material in the evening. To study anything you need to really focus. The material isn’t technical, but most of the terms and concepts are new. When I’m sleepy I read the same sentence multiple times or let my mind wander. During review it takes me 3 or 4 times to understand what I just read. Normally I can power through. This week was nearly a waste where homework is concerned.

Like most things in America, no one agrees on what the best system is. Before 1966 there were a hodgepodge of rules on DST. No national legislation existed. Even as late as 1972, a few states still didn’t observe it. Arizona is still the lone holdout. That’s on brand for them anyway. They’re the proverbial last old coot refusing to sell their shack along the proposed railway line. Everyone else made a deal and moved on. AZ 'ain't budgin'. Some states have already passed legislation making DST a permanent feature going forward. Florida is in this camp. The problem is they can’t put it into effect until Congress amends the current law, which is the one requiring us to change the time twice per year.

Last Sunday, a handful of us went outside to play pickleball. Normally we play in the gym. As it turns out, pickleball is quite popular in our corner of the city. It’s a trend all over the country, I’m late to the party. New people join the ranks every week pushing court wait times to 20 minutes and longer. But with the later sun we can finally use the outdoor courts again. Naturally the talk turned to daylight savings, everyone had an opinion. Most like DST despite the hangover like week or so where you feel like a zombie after work. One woman preferred the standard time. The reason, the sun is up early just before we spring the clocks ahead. They liked the early sun, the rest of us prefer it late.

That’s basically the way it shakes out nationally too. Most favor keeping DST as the permanent solution and not switching back to standard, but only 31%. The next 21% want to keep changing the clocks the way we do. Only 19% want to keep the standard time as permanent and the rest, 28%, are basically undecided. Those numbers aren’t likely to make a dent where Congress is concerned. We’ll probably be stuck with the current system for a while. My preference would be to keep DST all the time and not have to worry about changing the clocks anymore. But it’s not one of those things that raises my blood pressure. I’m used to the current way of doing things and I’ll be fine with it going forward.

My big gripe would be the axial tilt of the earth. As long as the earth tilts away from the sun we’ll have winter. Winter, also known as more darkness, isn’t changing anytime soon. I'll always want more sunshine, even when I can't have it. Since God put the earth in it’s orbit we won’t be changing that either. Seasons come and go. There is a time for everything after all. Whether you like it or not, we all seem to manage. We lose sleep for a while and then we adjust. 

Yard Work is an Exercise in Problem Solving

 

Early Spring Mow and Grow

Yard work is back. We’ve had an unusually warm Winter so far. That doesn’t mean we didn’t get any cold weather though. January was the typical windy, blustery month it’s always been. The coldest run I did this year was also the coldest I’ve ever done, 8 degrees. Before that I might have run in the low 20s. Never less than that. We all assumed the cold days would stretch well into the spring. But after a few warm afternoons in February and a handful of mild days, it’s looking like an early Spring.

Of course, that also means early lawn mowing and early yard work.

I fired up the mower today and pushed it over a smattering of clover and other various weeds. I spent more time pulling weeds and cleaning up leaves from last fall. It’s always easiest after a heavy rainfall. Friday was our rain day. Saturday was a lot like Sunday weather wise, but I was too sore after my run to tackle yard work. The reason it’s so much easier after a rainfall, the soft ground makes digging effortless. Weeds pull up with ease, shovels sink a lot deeper into the earth. I planted some daisies that won’t come up again till next year. They’ve been sitting in a bucket waiting for me to get on it for at least a month. Today was the day I guess, no more excuses. I tend to do these little projects all together instead of spreading them out.

There is something relaxing and cathartic about doing yard work. I’m not sure if it started out this way, but at some point I started to look forward to mowing the yard. There might be a husbandry element to it. I've explored this before. 

Not that it never feels like a chore, but the feeling I get from a freshly cut lawn overwhelms the labor of it. There are different theories on what’s behind that feeling. It might be the sense of accomplishment that comes from looking out over the landscape. You can get that accomplishment from other places though. If you’ve ever done a work project that everyone raved about. Even putting together a display that your boss really liked, can do that. I’ve developed a knack for displaying bags and shoes while working retail over the years. Setting up product is just problem solving in disguise.

Problem, what’s the best way to show the new stuff to the customers? Solution, decorate as close to the front door as possible. They'll notice the colors and the arrangement. They'll ask "how much? or how many?" The “feel good” part of it is from the creative energy you expend.   

Yard work might not be a creative endeavor, but it does allow the mind to wander a bit.

During my weed puling phase I listened to Riley Gaines, the female swimmer who tied with a man pretending to be a woman. She was on Joe Rogan recently describing her evolution from athlete to advocate. There were a few details I didn’t know about the championship meet. Like, the organizers had to be seen giving the trophy to the man, Leah Thomas. Gaines was told this by a shamefaced NCAA official. I hope we all look back on this time in history and shake our collective heads at the total failure of leadership. How disgraceful.

 I was proud of her talking about the Second Coming of Christ. She also referred to Satan as a deceiver. These types of conversations are getting more popular on Rogan’s show. At first, his guests would just mention the Bible or how an experience with “God” changed their life. Now people are openly preaching Christ. I always wonder what Joe thinks about all that. He definitely tries to soften it by offering alternative viewpoints or using humor to deaden the potency of the Word. But he’s letting people have their say and it’s quite refreshing.

I can’t listen to conversation podcasts while I mow. The engine is too loud. I lose all the detail from the back and forth in their words. I put on music instead. Today it was an instrumental saxophone track that I usually fall asleep to. I didn’t have the time to search out a different station. I didn’t care either. The sun was warm and I was finally back in my yard doing something that felt creative if not relaxing. Yard work is a straightforward problem I can solve, and I really like doing it.