My running times continue to deteriorate, despite the fact that much of the stiffness and heaviness in my legs is no longer present. Today, even my second mile was over 14 minutes and it seems like forever to complete the 5k distance. Nonetheless, consecutive day #4581 is now in the books. It has yet to rain during my running slot between 8-9 a.m. in the three months we’ve now lived in Florida. However, my shirt is just as soaked as if it it poured every morning. The after-swim is very refreshing and relaxing after all that pavement pounding. 

Tonight we have dinner with friends at the now familiar Grill at 1951; tomorrow night it’s Young Frankenstein at the Venice Theater; and Friday night is Italian Night at the Italian-American Club, as we continue to familiarize ourselves with our new city. I spent yesterday filling out a loan application and filing claims. State Farm also let me know that our recent accident was definitely the fault of the other driver and that it would not blemish my driving record. We’ve yet to hear back from North American Van Lines on our request for damage reimbursement, another project that has occupied my time. 

As I was organizing my baseball card collection and Sherm Lollar book materials, I turned on the Netflix series “Sinatra: All or Nothing At All.” It was designed to counter some of the bad publicity surrounding his alleged association with The Mob and Communism, told from the perspective of his family. It also emphasized his role in the civil rights movement. The producers used the music backdrop from his 1971 “retirement” concert that is sadly off-key in my opinion when compared to his hay-day recordings. It reminded me of my current running effort – slow and tired. However, he rebounded, as I hope to do. This will undoubtedly be the focus of the second season, if and when it’s finally produced.