Two thousand miles. That’s what I’m looking at starting today. A road trip to see some classic friends and run some country miles.
My alarm went off at 6 AM so I could get a run in before the 8+ hour drive today. I hit snooze and ignored it. I may regret that later.
Here’s a general overview of the drive — I’ve left off the specific points of interest but you get the gist. It’s a long way up and a long way back. But along the way are aid stations manned by friends far afield but always dear.
I’m looking forward to the adventure. Sure, sure. It’s the open road by car and by foot — not courtesy of Fred Flintstone’s two feet mind you but I do expect a yabbadabba-doo time… A dabba-doo time… dare I say I expect even a gay old time.
Hitting the road, Jack. Expect to come back for more, some more, some more, some more.