Shit I Did When I Wasn't Here (aka. why i haven't written a post in what seems like a decade)

First, there was the Nation's Triathlon. As you know, the swim was cancelled. The bike ride was amazing! I rode the 25 miles to Maryland and back in 1:24:22. I felt like a million bucks during the ride. The start was tough-going. Stiff legs. But once I got to the turn-around, I found myself nicely surprised, thinking, "this is it?"

The run sucked. I can't even call it a run. I walked. I walked the 6.3 miles in 1:25:35. Geez. I hate having to write that for all the world to see.

But I finished. And for me? That was good enough.

Then there was the ice bath.

And the Westin La Cantera Resort's Wine Event. Did I mention that Texas Hill Country is the new black, in terms of wine country?

And then there was the failed biopsy. For which I have no image. Followed by the finding of a grey eye-brow hair. A GREY EYE-BROW HAIR!

Finally, there was the trip to California where I visited my old childhood home (which now looks condemned & slated for demolition)...

and where I hiked up a 5.8 mile, 1950' elevation gain from Yosemite Valley to a little beyond the top of Nevada Falls and back.

During our descent, the partly cloudy skies quickly turned angry, thunder and lightning filled the sky. We picked up our pace down the mountain while rain began to pelt down. It was kind of fun. Juniper sang the "It's raining, it's pouring..." song.

So we're going about our merry little descent when suddenly we're overtaken by hail.

HAIL! (People. I cannot even begin to make this shit up!)

Then. We returned to our campsite where our waterproof tent was found to be not so much waterproof. And we did the only thing that we could do at the time...

We drove over to the lodge and got the maid to open what we thought was our parent's room to take a nice warm shower. We drank hot chocolate and ate yummy Tomato Basil soup.

It wasn't until hours later when we realized that the room we so comfortably took over was not our parent's room at all, but the room next door. I'm sure the actual guests will appreciate the wet towels placed gingerly in the corner of the bathroom, but most especially the "I love you Gigi & Sire" note that Juniper left on their night stand.