He remembers a book advertised once – What We Think About When We Run – but he already knows his thoughts and his library shelves are fat so he decided to save his meager funds. Last night he went out for a quick run to blow off the stink, as they say (who is they?). He reasoned if he didn’t think too much when running but simply ran he could make good time and get back to see that Phelps stroke for more gold. He made it, and so did that Phelps. And so did that Ledecky, God bless her. She sang along to the National Anthem as the stripes and stars rose, and he got teary thinking about how beautiful she and that song are. He wished he felt such American pride when our presidential candidates take to the podium but he doesn’t. But he wished he did. He stayed up too late watching those high-flyer gymnasts who are clearly part girl part bird. But feeling that burn of pride in his chest is worth a slower-paced Monday morning for he’ll be able to compete in today’s talk. He’ll be able to add Oh say, did you see?