The First Time

Here it is, a week after the prior post. As with any death march project, we are done. Well, done in the sense that everything is now moved from the old house to the new. The reduction in square footage is very evident: there just isn't enough places to put all of our stuff. The basement recalls the closing scene of "Raiders of the Lost Ark", although I apparently have conflated that somehow with the end of "Citizen Kane". Wishful thinking?

But I did get out for a first-time-at-new-house short jog today. I would have run unsuspecting past this house about twenty five years ago when I did my short stint at DMS. That was a five-plus mile loop with this healthy hill included. I could crank out seven minute miles in those days, so it wasn't too much of a long lunch. Today, the hill feels steeper than I recall.