Start.

More mobile blogging. Today was an exquisite day for taking in a track meet, by the way. Too warm for the runners, probably, but great for the spectators.

The historian takes in the track meet.

Good weekend.

running son set a personal record (4:48) in the mile (meet at Mountain View)

















bruiser tore it up at the dog park
















it's definitely spring

1600 meters.

Running son wasn't particularly happy with the results of this race--he's in the lead here, but came in second. Even so, last week he didn't even feel good enough to run this event, so that's progress. He'll run another mile and an 800 on Saturday, the results of which I will report.

In other news, I'm about a third of the way through writing a little piece I like to call a "keynote address" for the Student Philosophy Conference, a process which inevitably leads me to contemplate questions such as "how did I let this happen?" At the moment, the paper is called "Philosophy, Unreadability, and the Question of Henry James' Late Style," and so far I'm citing Stanley Cavell, Mikhail Bakhtin, Max Beerbohm, and Marianne Moore. Also the Old Undecidable himself, HJ. Could be a disaster--I'll let you know.

Track meets.

Wednesday and Saturday were track meet days. Running son has suffered a series of ignominious injuries (a bursitis of the hip--trans something something bursitis; a sprained ankle) as well as a cold that derived, I am sure of it, from not enough sleep (aka, not going to bed when I advised) and eating crap. So his meet on Wednesday saw him, on the one hand, not running his main event (the mile) because basically it was hard for him to breathe through all the snot, but on the other hand, running events he will never run again, such as the 4x4 relay, in which he ran a respectable 400 meters in 56 seconds. Also a 200 meter dash and the 800, which is or will be, we think, one of his events.














The 800 meter.




















Unknown female hurdler, from another school, no less.








Using the panorama feature of one of my zillion photo programs to turn a series of shots of this sprinter (this time a West Jordan Jaguar) into a single photo, a little electronic feat that I happen to think is pretty damn cool. (Click on the photo to see the coolness, but bigger.)














Running son feeling pleased as punch at his unexpected strong anchor leg in the 4x4.

This morning's meet was down at Orem High. Feeling good enough to run in the middle heat of the mile, RS had a personal record of 4:51 in the mile.