Some day you will look back on these posts with more appreciation. I remember all too clearly making fun of MY mom and dad when they would say “I remember when!”
Well that pointed finger sure has three pointing back at me now.
It seems like only yesterday you guys were:
And now, just this weekend, you look like this:
Oh… I remember when !!!
Love Dad!
At the half way point (2 hours flat), I was firmly in control. Near mile 16 as the temperature began to have a 7 in front of it, 45 at start, the nice dragon grabbed the 4 hour sword and proclaimed it hers.
We wrestled until mile 23, at which time I relinquished the 4 hour sword to her in order to focus on my body parts that felt as if they were coming off (legs, thighs, calf, several toes now without nails.) All good and very rewarding !
After a 4:06, the sword is hers…. for now !
Have a great rest of the weekend.
John AKA lactic acid legs !
PS A common occurrence, my name was misspelled “Krale” … all good, and not unusual.
John Kvale 