Spaces between words

Today's easy ten turned into a ten-mile progressive pace run. Started at 7:45 worked it down to 6:30 and under for the last five miles. Just felt good when I started and figured I'd keep it going until I didn't feel good. Well, once you get to a certain point in a run, even if you feel worked over, you can't give in, so I gutted it out. Ha, listen to me … geez, five miles is not "gutting it out". But the point remains, if you quit now, you'll quit come race day.

Obviously I'm not taking any rest before the Sunday 5k, so I figure it might be a good barometer of where I'm at. What can I run when I'm tired? That's a good marathoning question I think.

I'm not entirely convinced computing technology is a net positive for the human race.

Here's something I did not know but found interesing:

"Believe it or not, it was not much more than a thousand years ago when some scribe in a monstery – some monk – decided to begin putting spaces between words. Uptothenpeoplewrotelikethiswithallthewordsbangingagainsteachother."

From here via here.