Arrived at my nephew’s, and we needed to go grocery shopping. Sigh. I guess I’ll get into the car and go.
Clark? Really? I’m not even sure they’ve painted it. Yikes, dudes, update that thing!! The rest of campus is different enough that I felt I was in an all-new place.
It definitely felt weird, and I noticed I was getting a lot of looks from students as I walked. Maybe I’m just old and odd-looking?
Since I was trying to overeat because I had stupidly registered for a race I was woefully undertrained for the next day, I went to a place that has been in the same location since my horse-and-buggy days: Avogadro’s Number for a sammy. I sat and ate with three siblings who were kind of doing the same thing. It was really interesting to hear their different perspectives, and about mushroom hunting around Corvallis, OR.
Did I mention a race? Yeah, my diabolical nephew suggested I sign up for a trail marathon, because, “you’ll be here anyway, and the trails are neat!” or something to that effect. So I did, only to discover that *he* didn’t! So I shamed his equally out of shape ass to sign up as well. Perky men at the start, and tired, ass-dragging ones at the finish.
Now it’s time to rest the angry IT Band, do a bunch of laundry, visit with friends and see about what to do next. My aeroplane ride is coming up soon!
But first, I think a trip to South Dakota next week might be fun. I’d like to do a run while I’m there, but that’ll be determined by my leg agreeing to do so.