So I swam today. And I'm going to run this afternoon.
See, that's not nearly as interesting as me standing in the street, sizing up the plants in my yard for moonshine, is it?
En serio, my neighbor talked me into signing up for a trail race -- my first ever -- at the beginning of June. It's 8.1 miles. Elevation change of 951 feet. At 8000 feet.
I can't believe it myself.
Hey, what's that you're eating?
It's a new candy bar called 'More Than You Can Chew."
Oh yeah? Can I have a bite?
SO...the new trail shoes I bought over a month ago, and started breaking in last week are going on their first trail run this afternoon. This oughta be interesting. I think I've mentioned that I am afraid of snakes. With the heat the way it is around here, dawn and dusk are about the only times it's pleasant to run -- and the same time the snakes are out marauding around. I know this because I've seen 'em out there on my mountain bike. Several times. And in my yard. Several times. Every time, marauding.
You know, they're more afraid of you than you are of them.
I doubt it.
Umm...that's a python.
Fine, fine. We don't have pythons here. But we do have all kinds of other snakes.
Yes, but rattlesnakes are the only venomous snakes in New Mexico except for the Arizona coral snake.
Yeah, well...have a look at this guy. He's scary.*Sigh* Again, I ask you: ain't this a tri blog? Use your fear for speedwork, nimrod. Enough with the Wild Kingdom already.