Day 31

Man, these Fresh Foams are GREAT.

I got my walk in today at about 3:30. I took a different route than usual, going four and a half miles in some nice weather. I had no foot pain at all, walking in my Temperpedic-adjacent shoes.

It was also a productive walk. About a mile in, I took the earbuds out and started practicing answering media questions. Why? There’s a very small chance - very small - that I could be on one or more basic cable national news shows next week, discussing a case I’m working on, and the way I prepare for that kind of thing is to interview myself, over and over and over, until the answers are second-nature and bulletproof.

I used to do this back in the Nineties when I was a trial lawyer, practicing my cross-examination questions, my jury arguments, and my appeals, honing the advocacy by repetition, testing out lines of attack, editing my themes and cutting out phrases that I thought were clever until I actually heard them.

“You know, ladies and gentlemen,” I would say while running at Memorial Park, “prosecuting a case is like cooking a soufflé - no, building a criminal case is like throwing a dinner party - no, ladies and gentlemen, your deliberations are like following a recipe, and while we might have left out the dried basil, if it looks and tastes like spaghetti sauce, you must convict!  No, that’s terrible … and I must be hungry.”

“Yeah, Scott. Those pretty much suck,” my running buddy would say. “Let’s get something to eat.”

Today, I was by myself and looked like that guy you see talking to himself on the sidewalk, because I was. Fortunately, the guys in the white coats didn’t come get me, and I finished a sub-16 walk to boot.

And when I came home, a chicken soup I was making for my friend Mitch was about done. It had a nice aroma and will make a great chicken noodle soup after I skim the schmaltz tomorrow morning.

 

Tomorrow, granola! (If you know me, you are probably getting excited.)