...is the Whiskey 50. I'm feelin' oh so much better about it than I was a month ago. After 8 hours solo in Gallup, NM, 5 hours solo in Prescott shouldn't be too bad so long as I start steady. Weather looks cool with highs in the 60's - right up this Northern Boy's alley. After that will be a switch back to weights/running/riding/racquetball - time for some cross training after working pretty hard this winter for these spring races.
LB's soccer team will take some time out of my weeks starting tonight, and we have some work to do. I've got two kids who have never kicked a ball, and two kids who are really good. I guess teachers work with these kinds of disparities all the time, but balancing a practice for these kids will take some planning. Fortunately, I'm not coaching LB's flag football team. For that one, I can pack a chair, bring a tasty beverage, and kick back on the sidelines. She's the only girl in the league, but she is so excited about playing the game. I give her a lot of credit for taking these boys on because many of them are three years older than her.
Big Steve rolled out of town today. We had a great visit. I think he got to ride his/my bike 5 times in 8 days + a hike in Sedona. That should be a nice springboard for him heading back to Wisconsin as his riding season is now underway. He doesn't know it yet, but I unpacked his sweet Salsa Dos Niner, and inserted my old DBR in his bike box. That'll be a surprise come Monday. OK, I thought about doing it.
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