Sorry folks, but I appear to have fallen off the face of the blogosphere over the past two weeks and for that I sincerely apologize. I actually had started two posts last week that I fully intended on publishing, but for one reason or another neither of them got finished and you've been stuck staring at the same old shit on a new background for a good 14 days now. I may still finish those two entries and eventually hit the Publish button on them, but unlike Hillary's forthcoming last ditch efforts to win the Democratic nomination, I'm not making any promises.
For the curious commenter on the post prior to this one, no, I haven't hung up the sneaks. Not yet, anyway. Despite the pummeling they took at Boston, I've got new life in these scrawny white legs of mine and I'm hoping to avoid a premature descent into the great abyss known as the middle of the pack. I figure I'll eventually end up there someday, so might as well see how close I can get to the front while I still can.
Presently, I find myself in Eugene, Oregon for 4 days of running, rest, relaxation and race watching. Not gonna lie, this brief respite from my regular routine is exactly what I needed. The first steps off the plane this afternoon were a breath of fresh air, literally and figuratively, and it feels good not to have anything to worry about other than what woodchip trail I want to run on tomorrow morning. If only life's choices were this easy every day.
So that'll do it for now. I'll post an update again soon, and this time it won't take two weeks. That much I can promise.