Oh, right.

I forgot to mention that my last high school cross country season ended about a week and half ago. Neither of our boys’ teams did very well in the championship, but that makes sense: our really good runners graduated last year. Personally, I think I did well; I got a chance to run in the championship race for the first time, and gave a decent showing, I believe, for my fourth year of running. Anyway, it is over now; I am not a good enough runner to be on a competitive college team, so any running I do will be for the sake of fitness. I don’t have any regrets: running cross country is physically difficult, the simultaneously exhilarating and heartbreaking aspects of a cross country race have become too much for me, and I am glad to be done with those bizarre feelings that surround a cross country race.

Ouch, My Arm!

I ran at the Westminister Invitational cross country race yesterday, and fell going downhill, after the first mile. Finished the race with scrapes all along right side (hand, elbow, side of chest, lower leg), bleeding. Understandably messed up my race.
On an unrelated note, I’ve been wondering about inverses of recursively defined functions. Hmm.