I know, three days in one post (the blog à trois, I like to call it) is kind of lame, but since I was out of town and eating in someone else's kitchen there isn't a whole lot to report. Monday we drove most of the day to get to the place we were staying Monday and Tuesday nights. It's kind of a left-wing cult. . .er, resort on a private mountain so it felt sort of like the Boy Scout camps I used to go to as a kid if the scout oath had included fidelity to a higher power of your own choosing or creation and the mess tent had held a 5:30-6:30 cocktail hour.
The food was buffet style and very good (the chef studied in Tuscany) so I ate more than I should have, but there was some exertion to balance that out. To whit: exhibit A--the lookout we hiked to on Tuesday morning.
It isn't Kilimanjaro, but we dropped 35000 ft into the valley, gained another 3500 to get to that peak, then did the whole thing backwards to get home.
We drove home Wednesday afternoon and I got back in time to do some errands including a very pathetic 500 meters in the pool--no triathlon for millstone-boy anytime soon. I weighed in at 182 after my swim (I think the two lost pounds came from my self-esteem) but I can't complain. I'm not traveling again for a while and I'm set to run with G tomorrow morning so for at least the next couple weeks the word is discipline and we'll see what happens.
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