Not to be. Just wasn't gonna happen. Early anyway.
Too any details in preparation for the upcoming weekend.
At nine I was already four hours into the effort and decided I needed a break.
Laced 'em up and took off.
Not too bad on an all new exploratory course, thru the woods and along the beach, then a long slug-fest back.
Just under an hour.
The first 45 were OK and then last quarter hurt a little. Same old spot. Where is my foam roller?
Went back to work and just now wrapping up. The new stand-up desk has its limitations.
I guess 15 hours on Sunday is the new normal.
Could be worse. It could be without pay. Or I could be a logger in the 50' riddin 50 miles to work one-way on a fixie.
Yikes.
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