Eight days after an Ironman and she’s back at it once again. We’re pretty incredible like that around here. It was a lovely day for it, too.
Stick around, flowering things; you’re too lovely to leave.
adventures
30
Apr 19
Back after the Ironman
We’re back in Bloomington. The race was Saturday. We all recovered a bit on Sunday. The recovery continued through an arduous return to the crossroads. We had a crew exchange problem during a layover in Minnesota. We stayed there longer than it would have taken to rent a car and drive down to our car. So we sat in airports a lot, big deal.
Anyway, on Sunday, we took an Uber for Whataburger:
Pretty chipper after a full day of racing.
We went to Rudy’s, a local barbecue chain, for dinner with friends Sunday night. Our driver that night said it was the best nearby option. He let you know there are better places out there, but within an easy Uber ride? This was the spot. And the food was great. The signage wasn’t bad, either.
Update:
29
Apr 19
#GoRenGo
At the Hermann Memorial North American Championship in Texas The Yankee completed her second Ironman on Saturday. That’s a 2.4-mile swim and a 112-mile bike ride, followed by a marathon. Louisville in 2017, and Texas this week makes her a two-time Ironman!
Here are a few highlights of her day:
It was warm. Hot, even. A bit more so than forecast, and the sun was beating down something fierce, even for Texas. The woman who on the professional side said, in her post-race interview, that it was the hardest course she’d ever been on. And we saw it all unfold, while my best girl did it all, again.
I did get some miles in, as it turned out. My phone recorded 10 miles of me hoofing it around the course, and a fair amount of that was running. I’m not even supposed to be doing any distance right now.
You can see more details under this hashtag.
26
Apr 19
For just a moment …
… I was back.
#DirtySouth pic.twitter.com/WoRPZLAyzV
— Kenny Smith (@kennysmith) April 26, 2019
Alas, I was just a passing through.
5
Apr 19
The points don’t matter
Saw this on the way to lunch. As sidewalk art and advertisements go …
Maybe I should be scared, or find this comforting. Just let it be quick?
We went to the theatre tonight:
I bought these two seats as a part of our Christmas gifts. These people behind us were not a part of the deal:
The show was Whose Live Anyway? which is, of course, the traveling live version of Whose Line Is It Anyway? The cast included Greg Proops, Jeff Davis, Joel Murray and Dave Foley. I’ve watched Proops for forever, but Dave Foley is … well, Dave Foley.
Before the show our section was given slips of paper. We were asked to write a sentence which might get used in the show. The slips were taken up and they were distributed to a few of the players. The bit was Murray and Foley who were sudden empty-nesters. At one point Foley reached into his pocket, pulled out a slip of paper and read my line, about his character’s daughter.
“She’s from Canada. You don’t know her.”
So a Canadian comedian I started watching 30 years ago said my line which, for about that same amount of time, has remained one of the simultaneously dumbest and most brilliant jokes I know.
It was a really fun show.
