Post MLK Track Tuesday

Era of …..WTF……..resistance and joy

Yesterday was MLK Day, and the man—the only U.S. president since MLK Jr. Day became a holiday—did not acknowledge or recognize it. Meanwhile, there are over 3,000 ICE agents in Minneapolis. We are kidnapping people, stealing other countries’ resources, and threatening to take over other nations. I have a sense—a feeling—of escalation.

Today is the first day of classes on campus, the start of Spring Semester 2026. I’m going to do my best to support students, stay critical, and work toward community and justice. We are not in a political debate; we are in a war.

Fighting back this morning looked like 20×200s with a 45-second break around the track for Track Tuesday. I wasn’t sure how I’d feel after Saturday’s dance-off with the Gen Z lady mob, followed by running five miles on MLK Day with BMR.

I took two Tylenol, rubbed Ben Gay on my knees, and kept it moving. I’m happy to report that my body felt good. My legs felt good. Of course, now that I’m typing this, I feel everything.

It was a good track morning.