Red Dirt Harriers

Woke up, got outta bed, ran a comb across my head- and biked up to the Hollingsworth estate to meet up for an short run. Chatted w/ Lebeau afterward, played the didgeridoo, and did a few strides which didn't feel particularly good but the fritter at The King made up for that. Splendid weather today, I can't think of many things I'd rather do besides celebrate one hundred years of statehood but I contained my enthusiasm and set a goal for the marathon, after talking trash with my German buddy, that I would beat Dieter Baumann's latest marathon performance without the aid of magic toothpaste and spectacles.