I had a plan for a post of my own for today. Actually, I was hoping Brian could share how exactly he managed to break his wrist and end up owing me $85, but he can’t type (or ride a bike over railroad tracks, apparently). Last night, while my wrist ached with empathy pains, I baked cookies for Brian and Marijana (who read a book to relieve her apathy pains). He owes me money and I’m baking him cookies. See how good a friend I am?
This morning at the track I had yet another encounters with Klepto the Crow (a battle that I have yet to win), but all that is not nearly as interesting as the E-novel Aaron Scheidies finally finished writing.
The big new of the morning, however, is that Aaron posted his epic account of an the seven days surrounding our race in Dallas. It’s a long read, but rather humorous. I’ll stop here so you have more time to read his blog.
As much as I love guest writers, tomorrow I’m going back to writing my own stuff for a bit. I want to write about how awesome my swim workouts have been lately, and why that has me furious.