Well, the G-Man called a little while ago and was about 20 miles outside Lagrange... or Grange... LaGrande? I have no idea. What's more? Don't care. As far as I know, there are only three cities in Texas: Houston, Dallas and Austin.
He and TriBoomer continue to tear up the course with the wind at their backs. Unfortunately for them, they have no love handles so they're losing out on a little extra help from the wind. Sometimes 91% fat free has it's drawbacks. That's all I'm saying.
Anyway, they're still feeling good. They're going to meet up with Pauline and grab some lunch and chill for a little while before they continue on. The flowers are in bloom and apparently, the fragrance is unbelievable. I'm trying to imagine it while I pet Bailey. Who currently smells like poop, vinegar and oil. It's possible that the vinegar might be coming from my feet... but, you get the gist.
I'm heading out for a 20-mile run, so I won't be able to update for a few hours. If I had my way, I'd just sit here all day and defile Greyhound's blog (for the children)... but I'm the genius that decided to sign up for the marathon. I have no one to blame but myself.
Go Greyhound and Boomer!!
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I must say, Nytro, if I'd had any idea you were going to be hijacking a blog today I'd have checked in earlier!! (Well, I did look in first thing, but, well, you know what I meant ...)
Go Boomer! Go Greyhound!
Interesting, interesting, I never thought of the tailwind love handle angle. :) Glad to know I am working that as well :)
Hmmmm,Nytro's feeling frisky, today. A 20 mile run and she won't be able to post for "a few hours."
The normal Nytro would say, "You won't be hearing from me until, say, Thursday. 'Cause after a 20-mile run I'll be consuming so many Cadbury Eggs chased by Vanilla Coke that I'll be in a sugar induced coma for at least two days."
it's possibly iron pol knows too much about me.
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