You know what to doHappy Memorial Day to everyone. Thanks for your service to those of you who have served. Go eff yourself to everyone else. But seriously, go eff yourself everyone.
|Kelly likes the big slide, though she cried the whole way down. Big baby.|
Finally Monday morning I ran 18 blistering miles with a good friend. We managed a pace that's a full minute-per-mile faster than my last 18-mile run, Ironman Arizona training.
No good speed goes unpunishedThe extra speed comes at a cost: sore legs and feet. Today I'm a hobbling mess. I have an appointment with the sports chiro at ironcare, so hopefully I'll be able to run again this week. If not, maybe I'll aqua-jog or something equally as horrible.
My long ride, a century in the wind and hills of North Scottsdale, took me through the nicest neighborhood I've ever trespassed into: Troon North.
|Troon North, our maids have maids|
Now, I've been in Troon proper, and it's sufficiently tawny. Troon North makes regular Troon look like Skid Row.
|Not that Skid Row. Dammit, Siri.|