Upon our first meeting, we were on his turf, where they like to put blacklight murals on motel walls. This time, the confrontation will be on my grounds.
Tomorrow at dawn, Jamoosh and I will face-off on the Buckeye Trail, where we have actual hills, not just a single incline where "everybody does their hill work," as was pointed to me when we ran together in Houston.
Jamoosh is on a back-off week from his base marathon training and July triathlon training schedules. I'm coming off three successive back-off weeks (with six, four and 11 miles) after my first 20-mile week of the year. Our training seems to be on equal footing, I'd say.
We have agreed on an eight-mile route, and I have two directions from which to choose. One is a lollipop route with a couple of water crossings and lots of hills. The other is loop route with lots of hills and a couple of water crossings. Both could involve a horse encounter, but I've never heard of people riding off into the sunrise.
The time is set. My legs are ready. And my attempts at sabotage may be the subplot to our duel, as I've given my adversary a number of recommendations for brewpubs to visit tonight when he arrives in Cleveland. Muwahaha!
Wherein some people don't recognize the Godfather of Soul
Carolina John must have been distracted by all the wild life in Tuesday's post when he picked out this line: "I don't know karate but I know crazy..... You know you're not a newlywed anymore when..."
Answer: When you start listening to James Brown?
Happy Hour is nearly upon us, teammates! Have a finely brewed Memorial Day weekend. Run well and drink well. Cheers!