Monthly Archives: February 2013
I’m running into the wind. I’m not having fun. Mo left me this morning for a new life as a Gypsy Monkey Arteest in northern Arizona. The cat, knowing I’ll forget to feed her anyhow, wants nothing to do with … Continue reading
I just noticed that the shorts I wore at Rocky Raccoon are still outside the bathroom where I left them before showering when we got home from the race. Possible conclusions: 1. I am still in a denial stage and … Continue reading
You have a cheering squad decked out in your race number.
Well, I like them a lot. They fit great. Comfy toe box, snug heel, plenty padded, luggy without catching on stuff. Tongue is just right, inside of shoe is perfect. 8mm drop feels OK. Legs are happy. I don’t even … Continue reading