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June 16, 2001
There is not a single muscle below my waist that does not ache every time I breathe. Woke up at 4:15 this morning, and thirteen miles later I held a T-shirt in my hands to commemorate the effort. A man jogging near me (I remember him from last year) wore a T-shirt that said "I run with Jesus." Given that I've seen him 2 years in a row now, Dad offers 2 possibilities: either I, too, run with Jesus, or else I AM Jesus. Not sure either is comforting.

There's a solstice, though, on Thursday, with a new moon, too.