7.19 pm.

1. There was a lovely run quite early today with Dooduhl, consisting of racing an old man, going through the first two miles in 15 minutes, and attempting to drink out of sprinklers.
2. I visited Columbia, again, to talk to the coaches.  It went a lot better than I expected -they’re not a bunch of psychopaths, the team is relatively small and close knit, and they have a track somewhere in Manhattan, run in Central Park and Vanny, and the Armory all morning during the winter.  It’s really expensive and maybe I’m not smart enough, but Coach Woods, Coach Richard, and Delilah actually made me excited to join another team.
3. There is no food in my house.  There is no milk, no fruit, no bread, no peanut butter, no cheese, no soup, and no ice cream.  I am in a state of distress.
4. Internet.  Being.  So.  Slow.  Baby, don’t you die on me.  <3