Yesterday afternoon's lunch with Gin at the local restaurant that supposedly had Lake Erie Monster proved to be a red herring. The Monster was not there. The erratic epicurean confirmed its availability in bottle form at the local booze shop. The search continues to find this beer on tap somewhere.
I will find you, Lake Erie Monster. No matter how long it takes. No matter how far. I will find you.
Possible Blackout Coming
Monday is Flag Day, our nation's most important holiday. I may or may not post because of celebration and/or recovery from celebration. Don't forget to raise a glass in salute!
Wherein we take a closer look at arbitrary goals.
Miss Zippy has an issue with my speedy middle miles: "One question--why have you picked that number for your tempo pace?"
Answer: Which number? I want to hit the high sevens because I've never been that fast. My 32-minute goal for this particular run was based on the McMillan Calculator.
Happy Hour is nearly upon us, teammates. Have yourself a finely brewed weekend. Run well and drink well. Cheers!