I channeled my inner republican. Inner Texan. Inner redneck. And put some bullets through a target. I’ve gone 33 years without shooting and got the opportunity to try it out today. I definitely didn’t hate it. And might have enjoyed it more than I thought I would. I’m glad you made it home safe. Driving through the night was not the smartest idea. I worry, you know.
Day off before going back to the grind tomorrow. Legs are definitely beat up. It’ll be interesting to see what running is like tomorrow. We have some Red Tide thing going on, so the Miles Davis Course smells like dead fish. Should make for a fun run. At least it’s oppressively humid. I switched no bop around to Wednesday and Sunday off, so all should be right in the world again. Except, of course, for The Thing You Keep Mentioning Stop it Dammit.
I reserve the right to arm bears. BUT HOW FAR IS A SAFE DISTANCE?