Ran the race this morning, but I didn’t do well. I felt okay the first 6 miles or so, but then whatever bug I have eventually caught up with me, and the famous Farm Basket Hill over the last mile and a half of the course completely kicked my ass. My time was the slowest I’d ever done Lynchburg, but I guess it was okay considering how I felt.
Today I’ve just been taking it easy and sleeping - I hate being sick.
From last weekend, in Fork Union…
1. This weekend: Lynchburg Ten Miler.
2. Because I know you’re already fretting over what you can possibly get me for christmas: A Zippy The Pinhead “Obama Lama Ding-Dong” t-shirt! (Original strip).
3. The new McCain campaign strategies. (Thanks, Foust).
4. I think I am getting a cold. Or something.
5. Benevolent.
1.How do you spell relief department: Life as we know it is safe for another year. The Yankees have been eliminated from post-season play.
2.Tearing down parks department: McIntire Softball may have been hit by a bus, but it’s not quite dead yet. (The Hook)
3. Can you smell fear department: John McCain isn’t going to debate unless the bailout gets fixed first. (Daily Kos)
4. Passing by.
5. I like this picture.
When this came out of the printer earlier tonight, I stopped breathing for a moment.
I know I haven’t been posting much other than pictures lately.
I guess that’s really the only thing of interest in my life of late.
There will be even more new pictures after this weekend.
Probably a lot more.
But no, there probably won’t be much else to talk about.
Such is life lately.
Went to Richmond yesterday for my fave little local show (and the only one I really do anymore) - the 43rd Street Festival - got to hang out with lots of my Richmond art show friends.
I think I wish to spend more time there.
Took many quite good pics today.
Drunk on purple.
Sometimes it’s just too hard.
