Translation - I felt like myself again yesterday. A slightly fatigued version of myself, but still myself. Had a nice evening with Marcie's folks grilling out at their place for Mother's Day. Our sliders and corn shared the community grill with some dude's thickest-steaks-ever. He nicely said all the smoke generated by the grease fire from my too-fatty beef was adding flavor to his $20/lb filets. BTW - I'm still not eating red meat, so I made turkey/spinach sliders for myself. They managed not to ignite.
The weather is Summer-like this week. Might just have to lace up the running shoes. To remind myself of the short term goal, I dug up my first Peachtree Number. In 1980, running shorts were really short, and I finished in the 65 minute range. In those days you had to beat the 55 minute T-shirt clock to get a coveted shirt, but the clock didn't start until the last runner crossed the starting line. Even when the race was "only" 25,000 people, that meant a good 30 minute cushion. Now everyone gets a shirt, and all the timing is electronic based on a chip you attach to your shoe. 60,000 people will start the race on July 4th, including, we hope, me and Adam.
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