I’m starting to think about MdS as a restful vacation with a bit running thrown in. I’m not underestimating the desert...
The weekend in picturesLiza
(Why won’t you pick me up?!??!???!! Why!?!?! I am miserable down here. Miserable!!!! For God’s sake, pick me Uuuupppppppp!!!! )
There was also a bit of this:
(That’s a tiny jar of sand from the Sahara next to the tortillas.)
And then this guy was in the garage.
(He was looking for a nice running shoe to hang out in.)
Oh, and this:
And then there was a 20-mile run on Saturday followed by a recovery run on Sunday marked by empty Snickers ice cream bar boxes.
If I’d come across a third box, I would have stopped running and gone directly to the Quik-E-Mart. Because that’s a sign. I was hoping I’d run up behind some fellow double fisting ice cream bars, but the neighborhood streets remained empty. And it felt hotter than the Sahara.
So that’s pretty much the past couple days. Glamor. Tears. Stork poses. Ice cream box clues…
Time to simulate some Comrades hills now. Hope the tarantula hasn’t wandered back into the garage.
PS. The neighborhood Sikh temple is coming along nicely.