Each year after I run (and survive) the junior lifeguard run, swim, run, swim, and run more Gray Lunde Ironman event, I am cast down like a wooly wet sheep.
Saturday while Ty and Britton drove Maddy to ASU for move-in day; Jules, Izzy and I represented the family running from the river jetty to G Street. Julianna, of course, ran the 5 plus miles, mostly soft sand passage and bolted into the ocean for a mile swim too.
The divine Ms. Iz and I tore up the rear-- finishing in 1:16. Should I retire? My screaming calves would be obliged.
Then, after breakfast MP left us at home to recover-- and went fishing.
Monday’s dinner creation sprung from the sushi-grade yellowfin he landed from Baja waters aboard the 80-foot fishing vessel, Legend.
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Saturday while Ty and Britton drove Maddy to ASU for move-in day; Jules, Izzy and I represented the family running from the river jetty to G Street. Julianna, of course, ran the 5 plus miles, mostly soft sand passage and bolted into the ocean for a mile swim too.
The divine Ms. Iz and I tore up the rear-- finishing in 1:16. Should I retire? My screaming calves would be obliged.
Then, after breakfast MP left us at home to recover-- and went fishing.
Monday’s dinner creation sprung from the sushi-grade yellowfin he landed from Baja waters aboard the 80-foot fishing vessel, Legend.
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