Foggy went a courtin’

Foggy went a courtin’

A six pack of hot Zima gold posted under the fog lamps for today’s rendition of Sparta (which was already the name of a Metro workout over near Freedom park, but nobody seems to care).   We ambled and rambled and some took a gamble.  Everyone left as a better man than he arrived, or at least a pound or so lighter.

THANG:

Warmup mile down the sidewalk to Crestdale Middle for some track intervals – 400s and 800s with 50% recovery.  Suicides in the main lot until 6AM then run back for 6MOM.  Everyone got in over 5 miles.

SKIN:

Nice push by the group this morning.    I saw some guys working hard on the track and we kept a pretty tight formation on the trip back.  Whip was chomping the bit a little, but he needs to slow down and enjoy the scenery sometimes.

I love taking workouts to brand new locations.  It’s like going to that Dave Matthews concert that I heard some guys talking about this morning and hearing “We’re gonna play some new stuff tonight”.  Errrbody loves that.

Might rain today.  Might not.  My friends grandpa once told me that he could forecast the rain by sitting the A/C in his Buick on Bi-Level.  If the air from the floor ducts was colder . . . rain’s a comin’.  You should try it.  You do need a Buick with Bi-Level A/C controls.

Arena proclaimed his love for McHorsey Mondays after his virgin experience this week.  I have the Q next week and he gave me the thumbs up thing when I asked him about posting.  I think those were thumbs at least.

Thurston is moving to Durham this week.   When he was shipwrecked on the island with all of those morons, he only had one copy of the Wall Street Journal which he read over and over.  Unshaken by a flatlining S&P, he held tight on some key investments and finally made enough to move the family up to Krzyzewskiville.   We wish you well.  Tell Lovey we said hi.

Gotta run, Gordon and Percy are getting cross with me.

– HH