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So since I last reported, I was in the thick of things in New Mexico grilling red meat every night and consuming bacon and beer for breakfast. The training camp had to end, of course, and now I'm back in muggy Oklahoma. I hesitate to really complain because the weather has actually been a lot cooler than it was while I was away and some people had to train right through the worst of it. In any case, I feel like I've re-acclimated to the summer conditions here and returned to my sleep deprived self. Mileage is still up but I'm sort of taking it a little more easily with the long tempo runs as those are more difficult in these conditions than anything.

We headed to Ada, OK for the 43rd annual Fireball Classic and came away with mostly positive experiences. Jenny got a course record, C-top got his first quality race effort in, and I ran a decent time over a very rugged course. The guy's record is held by Conor Holt from '96 when he was evidently coming off the Big 8 10k title. The fact that I was 20" off that mark is comforting even though the time is a wash. No real race plans for July so just going to put the head down and grind some miles hopefully to get back out on the racecourse in August for some 5ks mixed with a few marathon workouts/prep races.

Some great sporting events over the last few weeks, only to be topped by this weekend's WC final and Alp stages of Le Tour. I haven't touched the bike in weeks but I may or may not have run some miles in a thong speedo or spandex devil oufit. I will say that I toasted the worthy play of the Germans and there eventual futbol demise at pint night and got a WC collector's glass to prove it.

I wish indie music wasn't making it into movies/car commercials/insurance adds so rampantly:

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