Kickin' it Olde School in the Red Stick

Business took me to Baton Rouge for the weekend. Generally, I like trips to Louisiana, but I must admit that Baton Rouge is one of my least favorite destinations in the sportsman's paradise. That said--I found a really wonderful bakery. I was a little wary of the Old-English motif at first, but it had great coffee, the four-cheese scones were excellent, and the baker-owner couldn't have been nicer. Anyone finding themselves near the capital building in Baton Rouge would do well to check it out.


It was tucked in next to a place offering full-body massages (isn't that implied? is the added emphasis on body supposed to act like air quotes? like they say "full body massage," but they mean, "illegal and not really all that satisfying sex industry stereotype"?).

Either way, I played it safe and just got "scones."

In other news:
I also managed to run close to twenty-miles over the weekend, including a deeply satisfying ten-miler along the levee. I'm at the end of week four of ten on my 13.1 training plan, and I think it's working. Week five is set to be the toughest and then I start a slow taper. I'm running/pedaling a duathlon next weekend. There are fourteen men in my (always too competitive) age group, so I'm probably going to get whooped pretty soundly, but I couldn't resist a chance to get back on my mountain bike and race. More on that next week (or later if I'm typing with one arm in a cast).