I’d aimed for more, actually

Make fun of your writing before other people do.

The Yankee took a big swim this morning, 2.4 miles down the Chattahoochee. I’d swim that far if I had to. Escaping from the law or swimming to shore after a boating accident, but here’s the real fish:

Since she was swimming downstream I figured I would run upstream and then downstream and then back upstream to get in a nice long workout. Here are a few of the scenes:

She told me how long it would take, but then she cut 20 minutes off of her projection. Meanwhile, I was having a lousy run, so I missed her finish. Getting lightheaded midway through is no fun. I think my nutrition is off. Anyway, she finished third and got a prize:

And because she’s fierce, she ran back upstream with me. I finished with 6.5 miles, but no prize. So we had breakfast.

I had two breakfasts, in fact. Hey, I’d run a lot. That spicy pineapple marmalade was good, but the gravy biscuit at Plucked Up Chicken & Biscuits in Columbus is the best gravy biscuit I’ve ever had.

You’ll forgive me, then, if I didn’t do much with the rest of my day.

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