From the 30th:
- on a summery overcast day, I was participating in a 5-mile cross-country race through brushy, verdant woods much like those to the south of the field at camp IRL; the course contained a number of confusing turnarounds and repeated stretches, and then a new part of it had been newly mowed through the brush after the start of the race, I think because of the race taking too long. A rather vexatious race in all.
- After dark, I was running from the sidewalk in a city street grid through the wood/glass doors of a ground-floor library on the northwest corner of an intersection, following a couple of my WXC teammates, as we were to have an early-season team meeting there, just the men’s team. I ran fast westward, dodging tables and children etc., then turned north and ended up at a lounge area in the northwest corner, where some of the other guys were already present, sitting on couches and talking about how they were just realizing that the team had huge potential that season.