Good Luck, Great Racing, and Giddyup to everyone lacing them up for either Havelock or the NE 5 this weekend. The weather gods seem to be smiling down with a couple of cooler if potentially wet mornings.
Thanks to my buddy Russ for the rain barrels. We’ve now got 6 food grade, 55 gallon drums well positioned to collect all the free water we can use. I use my 5 and 10 gallon buckets to then transfer the H2O to our large holding tanks out by the barn. There it will stay until made available to all manner of dry stuff.
We’ve filled the 330 gallons twice already. 8.3 pounds per gallon, so between 40 and 80 pounds per haul, no more than 40 meters or so. 120 pounds the way I like it, a bucket in each hand to balance out, trip after trip after trip. Over a ton and a quarter all together, not counting our smaller barrels gracing either end of the front porch.
Having a libation with Steve Stender and Melissa Gwartney Wednesday night. There were no finish banners in sight but I did throw up my right gun when the conversation turned to strength. Melissa immediately hollered “He’s Popeye!”. I think Steve was a little surprised too as we’ve known each other for 6 or 7 years and he’d never seen the buff version.
And I’m just getting started. Linda and I both have been blessed with Good Genes when it comes to body type, metabolism, and energy. Its really not necessary to hit a lick to keep a reasonable semblance of fitness. But we do hit a lick and a lot more.
That is what amazes me about a lot of the mid to back of the pack marathoners, triathletes, and endurance participants. Take a look at them and you can see they were not blessed with form but still somehow function, albeit on a far different temporal schedule. In fact, it proves that you need not even be an athlete to complete just about anything you set your mind to. And that is the Beauty of Their Accomplishments. Overcoming the non athletic build to become one anyway.
Now I’ve got some water to haul.
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