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Worked at a client's in Cambridge until 11 p.m. Friday, and just barely made the last train out of Boston by running like hell on both sides of the subway.

Felt the need to go or a run for real and tried to map out a 15K, the interesting route came more to 18K, ran about the 15 kilometers from 1:45 to 3pm, then decided to use the parkour course behind the hospital to go to town.

Running through South Natick and passing the dam reminded me of childhood trips there, with Dad. Dad, who now we know had a few other families before us. And then counterpointed with the hospital where he died. (Somehow mislabeled "Braintree" hospital on the map.) I stopped running at about the 15K mark after all because i needed the bathroom i knew they had there and i'd already broken my vow of never going in a hospital again to get the damn cremation card they had taken with his wallet. All the stupid, petty, messed-up things hospitals do while killing you with blood poisoning or their destruction of choice.

Where was i? Returning to run, i managed to go entirely the wrong direction, for future reference where there are no signs on the route off the parkour course, go right, not left. Ended up on an aquaduct path i guess, then wooded path that went into a loop, then an area of ridiculously large houses, and finally ran through a backyard in what i generally hoped was the right direction and ended up on the parkour course again. I think freaking out a woman with two dogs, because i kept changing direction and passing her again. People being scared of you is annoying and somehow insulting. I'm a skinny white guy who hasn't shaved for two months. If i were a big guy with tatoos or looked more arab or were black or something i think i'd want to kill some people so they'd have a reason to be afraid. That's an unreasonable and silly reaction (to what i consider the unreasonable and silly reaction of fear) but it's interesting that i felt it at all.

Before this, in the morning, or near noon, went to the bank to wire money to the School, while A mailed the docs to C for me, then we both hung out with the Natick peace contingent or the last 15 minutes of the weekly vigil by the common.

Also: On the run, saw cows! First three were startling, and then a bunch more on Dover Road from Wellesley to Natick became commonplace.

More on running: My right knee didn't start to hurt until half-way in, usually it always starts at a mile! Also, very surprised that it feels like my ligaments would give in a marathon before my muscles or even lungs. Maybe asthma in the cold has been affecting me more than i thought.

Overall, felt great!