My training for the Bayshore Marathon starts tomorrow, so my run today was the last of the base warm-up runs. I only went 9 miles (my first long run is 105 minutes), and ran quite slow, but I always do so what’s different? Every time I run I see Robins, so spring must be just around the corner. It seems that I see them earlier each year. It must be a global warming thing.
Jean and I went on our third bike ride yesterday. The wind was the same as the previous two times, out of the North from 10 to 15 mph. The ride down was easy and the ride back was a chore. I had a hard time keeping the bike at 16 mph on the way back, and dropped to 14 in a couple of spots where the wind was blowing hard.
Of course, Jean rode behind me on the way down (just to warm up) and rode away from me on the way back. When we got back to the car, to rub it in I think, she asked if we were gone an hour. It’s a 21.4 mile down and back, and in my trademark, sarcastic way, I said “I didn’t average 21.4 mph so I was gone 1:15:43”.
Brother Bob and his girlfriend, Debra (not Debbie or Deb, but Debra), said they would go with us when we were out to dinner Friday evening. I don’t know if it sounded better after a couple glasses of wine or not, but they didn’t make it. They both let work get in the way of bike riding, something our group doesn’t know about. I did that for 28 years before I attended one of Jon Anderson’s “big tent revival meetings” and saw the light. He must have learned the process from Jimmy Swaggert on TV and adapted the “altar call” to a “1,000 jumps” spinning class.
Jean and I spent the last week going through model homes in some new developments. One was a golf community and two were not. On the 26th or 27th there is a”Great Escape Triathlon” over in Clermot. We aren’t ready to do one yet this year, but will go over and watch it, then take a tour of the Clermont area with some friends to see what is there.
We had dinner with Larry and Lorrie Blair and Jan Kietzmann (all from Hastings) last evening at Club Wildwood. Many of you know Larry as Dr. Blair but most of you don’t know he is an excellent cook. Jean made the mistake of, twice, calling it a trailer park. She was told it’s not a trailer park, it’s a mobile home community. When we left, we dropped Jan off at her place, and several residents followed us out with flaming torches and pitchforks, with signs that said “Yankee Trailer Trash Go Home”.
The weather is warming up and I kow it’s been quite mellow in Michigan for the last week or so. I’ll fly up on the 17th for a meeting on the 18th, teeth cleaning and a haircut on the 21st (yes, it’s long, but not as long as Larry Etter’s was…hair, not teeth), a Pennock Board meeting on the 22nd, and will fly back on the 22nd late.
Better go. We’re on our way to brother Bob’s to watch the superbowl. I made a bowl of what they call “South Georgia Caviar”. It has black-eyed peas, corn, diced tomatoes and chiles, diced jalapeno pepper, diced red bell peppers, diced onion, diced pimento, and italian dressing. It’s served with corn chips or tortilla chips (no double-dipping allowed). It’s enough to feed 50 people, so if you are free, stop by. Call and I’ll give you directions.
Just (Tired From This Morning’s Run) Jack