Well, I’m halfway through Janathon, and I’m in first place by one little mile. The competition is amazing, or rather, people are amazing and I’m happy to be running with a few of them. At the end of my night run tonight, I popped into a gas station for a snack. The clerk knows me and says, “Geez, I don’t know how you do it.” She’s smoking. “I tell you, you’re going to grow old. I mean, you’re going to grow into an old man and not die early if you keep that up.”

I replied, “Thanks, you too. I mean”- I stammered.”What I mean to say is that I don’t mean I want you to grow into an old man. I just want you to get old.”

Puzzled look.

I ran a mile and a bit at lunch, an hour-and-a-half after dinner. Eleven miles.

Janathon miles: 153