Seeking a better country...

9 pm  Jens was feeling ripped, and asked if I'd go with him to Smoot.  I went despite my legs; we managed 10 minute miles and a good chat.

6 am  9 with Andy and Tara.  Due to tapers and such, tempo tuesday turned into an easy out and back on a cloudy morning.  I doubt we ever sniffed the 7's for pace, no complaints.  In my continuing quest to become the employee of the month, I made it to work by 10.  Made up for it by staying till 10.

sick.  ugh.  But the timing is right.  It seems like frequently I'm making calls to physician friends the week before a marathon begging for a script for antibiotics, just in case.  Not this time.  Sickness will be out of the way well in advance.

7 pm.  Delivered a few bills with Jack in the stroller.  One of them was from May; it was recently discovered in a pile.  It was a bit sparky outside, and definitely windy.  Jack didn't like the sidewalk bumps and kept yelling at me, "Stop it, Dad!"  We stopped at the park for a while and he ran loops around the slide while I did pull-ups on the primate bars.  His stroller had a flat tire for the last half mile.  I think I got around 200 miles out of that tube.  Stupid goat-heads.

7 am   The weather was nice, but it was lonely.  I need some more junk miles; I'll have to go again tonight.