School ended last Thursday, and with that the 88 days of summer commence. All of my training hours are logged early, and the focus of blogging shifts ever more so to the antics of The Tribe. There is no better sign of summer than the buzzy cut rite of passage. I have no idea how the boys accumulate that many layers of sediment on their skulls each day, but I do know the best way to keep them clean is to shave them close. A quick scrub with the wash cloth at night and they go to bed clean and dry-headed in their air conditioned rooms. Plus, you can't beat the feeling of rubbing that scrubbly head. Standing Long Jump charges a quarter per rub. Despite the look on his face, SLJ was esctatic for the end of school, but HG had bloodied his nose by accident (?) right before the pictures. She was apologetic, so I'll take her word for it.
With the final day of school comes the awarding of the coveted Blue Patch. It took a grueling run on the track and a hyper extended hamstring flexibility stretch, but Soapinator won her blue patch. (which she proceeded to lose and find again on the play ground in the melee of screams and jubilation of "School's Out!- high drama, that)
The pool passes are purchased, the days are long and the nights are warm, the air is scented and the end of the day beer is cold. Sleep is peaceful and life is good. We ride with the local tri club tonight, and will no doubt further cement the plans for
I did a ladder, speed workout on the track yesterday morning and was painfully reminded that I did a half iron Saturday when I awoke this morning. A little more recovery time, please.
Have a good one