Walking In the Rain, With the One You Love. No, I have not turned gay or left prison; I just walked four laps around our track in the rain. It was one of those light rains, and the temperature is high enough so that even though the cotton T-shirt is wet, it is not chilling.

I was walking at a fairly fast pace, twelve minutes per mile, and listening to some mellow classical music. While there are over 1,600 inmates here, I was the only person out in the Rec area.

The size of the area is tough to say, but the track is an oblong, and a lap is .39 of a mile. Inside the gravel and clay track are two softball fields and between them, a non-regulation size football and soccer field. Got the picture?

So here I am walking the track. Three quarters of it follows the outside perimeter fence, complete with lots of razor wire. There is an outer perimeter road that is used by the roving trucks to be sure no idiot thinks they can challenge the razor wire. About twenty yards or so beyond that, we finally have woods.

So with the great music, the quietness of the area, and a little imagination, it was a very soul cleansing time. True, I am now sitting at my desk with a wet T-shirt on, but it is not uncomfortable in the least.

I need to do some of my official government sanctioned paperwork, so I am off to dispose of some more former trees.
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