An admitted shoe geek waxes philosophical about running, triathlon, and life in general.
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Monday, June 30, 2014


Blue skies.


Temperatures in the 80's.

Only one layer of clothing needed.

If forecasts are to be believed (and the naive me thinks that maybe they are, you know, just this once), it would seem that summer is finally here. It's only a week or so early. Or this could be the fake-out for every one's July 4th picnic plans... Psyche!

I really do live for this weather. Sunny and warm (in the low to mid 80's works just fine for me) is my sweet spot. It's both mentally and physically refreshing. I feel better even with less sleep. I wake up looking forward to the day. And rides and runs... I just feel better. Sure, I'm drenched in sweat, but that's just part of it.

You'd think with my Norse/Celt/English blood I'd be more at home in the typical Pacific Northwest cool and wet. Nope. To quote Yoda: Depressing it is.*

Well, how far south did the Vikings go a-raiding? Maybe I'm the genetic throwback of a pillage and plunder of some quest into the Arabian desert...

My wife thinks that it's all because she set up an awning on our back deck. Now that we're ready for the rain, it won't rain.

So I'll be riding in shorts and short sleeves.

And if it rains, I'll know SOMEone washed their car. I'll hunt them down...

* Yes, I know Yoda never said that. But I think he would if he'd spent the off season (meaning late October to Late June) in these parts.

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