I’m starting to think about MdS as a restful vacation with a bit running thrown in. I’m not underestimating the desert...
I got an email from one of my favorite people on the Friday before Tussey Mountainback 50 that went something like this:
It was too foolish a worry to really talk to anybody about. And I couldn’t find a genuinely funny way to write about it. My attempts mostly sounded like a petulant 3 year-old saying, “I don’t care!”
Luckily life was too full, and I was too tired by the time Saturday rolled around to give the prediction much more thought.
In fact, my biggest challenge Saturday night was peeing in the plastic packet pickup bag in the back of my rental car. (How’s that for a “Tune in tommorrow!” cliffhanger?)
PS. Dear irunfar,
You were both wrong and right in your prediction. Hoping to keep you guessing for a few more years.
Liza Chicken Arms Howard