Yep, it's my birthday (48) and so far... no toast (see last post). Having a birthday in summer means you get to do the New Year's-type reflection every six months. 47 sucked. Good people, but horrible events... thanks, good people!
Each year around my birthday I try to do things I can't believe I've never gotten around to doing. Last year I hit some famous local eateries and made a pilgrimage to the Black Hills. Tomorrow I'm headed to lake Itasca; I've actually lied about having been to the start of the Mississippi River, rather than admit to this lapse on my part. There's a 25K race and, though it's on trail and I'm in horrible shape, I may set a PR (I walked into the finish of the Litchfield Watercade in 1981 (?) and the Afton 25K in 2003 (?), so the bar's set very low).
Drive 4 hours, run 2, drive 4. Ugh. Still, given that it's the only chance to run outside of sweltering heat and humidity this month (make that this season), it's worth it.
No, RBR, I won't be wearing a tiara and pink boa - too ex-Govenor Jessie Ventura for me. (The eCards just arrived. Thanx!)
Piccola PineCone: I'm finally getting into the "Wilderness Tips." So far, so good.
I'm starting to look toward that next age class on the horizon. Guess that means the retirement's off again.
He's a sort of athletic Beatle
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