I’m starting to think about MdS as a restful vacation with a bit running thrown in. I’m not underestimating the desert...
Back on the wagonLiza
Nothing like some guilt about faltering on a blogging streak to cripple the streak. That, jet lag and feeling like a salted slug.
But, no more! I’m back running — 30 whole minutes yesterday — and getting ready for this year’s trail camp. Camp is the 10th and I’m teaching a Wilderness First Aid class for all the mentors before camp — because who needs sleep before putting on a 3-day trail camp? I’m pretty excited about it, really — though it will be strange to teach a bunch of friends. Also, right now, it looks like it might rain all of camp. Fingers crossed for hardy campers and inaccurate weather forecasts.
My dad is taking pictures for the camp, so that’ll make up for my lack of blogging this past week. Right?
by John Marcello (This is not Fincastle Virginia, campers.)
Alright, I’ve got a coaching call with a fellow in Singapore in 5 minutes.
Running: 45 minutes easy.
Next race: Desert Solstice in December to get that 100k qualifier