Monday 5/25/26 No stairs on Friday. Put my head down figuratively speaking on Thursday to do the 10,000 stairs in the heat at City Hall and then followed it up with a big zero. Saturday's mark the start of new weeks for me, though, even if their stair total--if they're Monument stairs--counts towards the week that began Wednesday when the Monument opened after being closed Monday and Tuesday. You want to be able to say to yourself, "This weekend I ran such and such an amount

Sunday 5/24/26 Correspondence from yesterday. Ought to be read. And read again. And then again. *** Just a few odds and ends. I'm fighting it, trying to keep going, trying to use today--start of a new season, unofficially, but still--as a starting line. I have to try and create these starting lines. I have nothing to live for. No hope. It doesn't matter what I make. I rearrange deck chairs, starting line-wise. Then I get another day. Another weekend. Another spurt. Some work

Thursday 5/21/26 My effort and performance in running stairs wasn't where it should have been last week and the start of this one. Over the former, I ran only twelve circuits of stairs in the Bunker Hill Monument, and those were all in one day (last Thursday). I didn't run stairs anywhere else. Nothing on Monday either, so on Tuesday I went out to run the stairs at City Hall. You shouldn't ever take stairs and how you'll fare with them for granted. It's a good life lesson and

Wednesday 5/20/26 Like most residents of New England, I was up late last night waiting to see if the Red Sox could score more than three runs for the first time in nine games. They were up on Kansas City 3-1 in the top of the ninth when they had a runner thrown out at the plate Jarren Duran came up and was down two strikes. The next pitch was a ball, which was when I went to bed. Awoke to see a 7-1 score, which I figured meant Duran homered, and sure enough he did. His best g