I'm trying to use the Enthusiast's motivation to run a half marathon as a stimulus to get out the door myself. As usual, the Ohio winter sneaked up on me, but as I walked Dobson this morning my body started to feel more at ease in the frosty weather.
toe socks have been shipped, and I'm looking forward to closing the gap between where my tights end and my Vibram KSOs start.
It occurs to me now that I could have borrowed my fiancee's leg warmers for this purpose. Then would have been running like a maniac!
How sexy would that be?
Oh well. Lost opportunity.
Wherein you couldn't pick me out of a lineup
Misszippy was hoping she caught a glimpse of me playing the banjo in the recently ended nice weather: "I couldn't get the volume to work so I can't enjoy the pleasure of your banjo! But at least we can finally see what you look like."
Answer: Not unless I shaved my beard and got a different banjo. As Barefoot Johnny O said, that's Barefoot Josh on the gob iron. And David, those are Carolina boys in that video, not Yanks like me. Let this be a lesson to you: Not every banjo player you see online is me. In fact, only one is.
Here's a Yankee banjo player with a name apropos of this blog, Tom Collins:
I'm getting closer to playing "Breaking Up Christmas" without screwing up. Sunday will be the big test, as I get together with my monthly old-time jam mates.
Happy Hour is nearly upon us, teammates. Have a finely brewed weekend. Run well and drink well. Cheers!