Here it is the finish of week four of training for Ironman Wisconsin. Only 20 more weeks to go. Run this morning was 10 mi and felt great after a dismal 4:21 bike yesterday. Fought the wind again and it took all the spunk out of my legs. The last 12 miles was into the wind or slight crosswind and was not much fun. Glad to see the driveway. Went to church (sorry Grandma Walker, Saturday still isn’t church day) and almost fell asleep during the sermon. Wouldn’t have been the first time, but would have been the first time lately. Beats getting reprimanded from Dad after making too much noise in the front row playing the dots game (Mom was playing the organ or piano for the service so we were on our own).
Those of you who received e-mails about final training for IM Florida in 2002 may remember stories about Caspersen Beach. From the condo it’s our 6 2/3 mile loop for running and biking. It’s a pristine beach where many go to pick up sharks’ teeth. It’s famous for that and is also where I saw the Bald Eagle that I wrote about. Mom wrote that she thought I left Venice too early because they had arrested 13 people at Caspersen Beach for nude sunbathing and lewd sexual encounters. If you know me well you know that I believe the nude body is a thing of beauty and that you don’t have to look like Angelina Jolie, but it certainly helps. However, the thought of watching people nude sunbathing and bending over to pick up sharks’ teeth has caused me nightmares. Thanks Mom.
Not much else is happening here. The closing is due to take place soon on the condo in Florida and we haven’t found any lake property yet here. We had a place we liked at Gun Lake, but between the sellers stuck on a selling price that was plucked out of mid-air and there being only 28 feet of frontage, we are on to brighter pastures. Something will come along.
Jean and I are at odds on what we’re looking for. She doesn’t want lake property where the houses are so close to each other, but doesn’t mind living in the house she grew up in on one of the busiest streets in town where you can hear the neighbor’s toilet flush and the dog next door barks either when clouds go by or when they don’t. I have always grown up around water and it gets in your blood. Lake living is lake living and you just have to get used to it. And the thought of finding a lake cottage on a wide lot (or two lots) is next to impossible.
These days you can find a nice place but expect to pay top dollar (at Gun Lake it starts at around 300K for an old cottage and the prices go up from there). The good places seem to get snapped up in a hurry and what are left are the places with something wrong (28 feet frontage) still stuck on the high prices. Oh well, we’ll keep looking. If you hear about anything, let us know.
Just (Feeling Fit But Eyes Are Half Closed) Jack