I was recently reminded that I used to write clever things; I'm a bit rusty, but here's a stab at RIP Dr. Sir Roger Bannister:

Milers' records fall
So, too, inevitably
Roger Bannister

Even though I'm more inclined to longer distances and am much slower, I still really enjoyed the book The Perfect Mile by Neal Bascomb, about the quest for the sub-4 mile - strongly recommended.

I'm still working on resurrecting my own running. I finally managed to do a 5-mile run in early February, my longest since last July, as part of a 17.5-mile week - then had two down weeks due to travel and weather. But this past week I did it again, 17.5 miles in four runs with a 5-miler, and actually my pace seems to be improving (finally) - not that I'm back to my old paces, but I am getting out of the basement.

I would really like to get back above 20mpw, consistently, even! (Which - that's such a sad goal for me. I used to run at least 40mpw just as a base, when I wasn't training for something - now that seems so far away!) And start working in some strides, which I've done all of once; I don't like doing speedwork unless I'm running more volume, but strides and hill sprints are good no matter what.

I don't have any race plans at the moment. We've got a White Rim mtb trip planned for May, so I'll have to work in a little mountain biking as well. (Which okay, that's not a terrible thing!) And hopefully some backpacking this summer, since I missed out on a bunch of it last year.

But still, I love running, and I will try to keep doing it - even if I'm never going to run a sub-4 mile.

All across the ______ 
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_____________  ______ the man who
[plural noun]  [verb] 

__________________ Mad Libs.
[verb, past tense]

(No relation.)

All the guitars play
"One more angel in heaven"
And that's one Les Paul.

Marilyn Chambers:
From "Behind the Green Door" to
Knocking on heaven's.

ETA: I have gone through and tagged all these haiku. I may have to tag the rest of my journal. I am astonished at how interesting I used to be.

Saving throw dice fall
but we all, ultimately,
use up our hit points.

Some are old, some bold
But few old, bold mountaineers --
There's one fewer now.

Alas, poor Pluto!
Demoted to "dwarf planet" -
Sorry, Clyde Tombaugh.

New mnemonic: My
Very Elegant Mother
Just Served Us Nachos.