Was it Douglas Adams who once said he could never get the hang of Thursdays? It's a weird day, isn't it. Colored a dark blue/purple/black. Like a bruise. Or one of those wide shouldered, space age Claude Montana outfits from the '80s.
Today's Thursday is a pause in my work week to do a trial run up La Luz with S.B. and a couple friends, one of whom is running it with me this year. He's the dude I wrote about last year who in his mid forties suddenly took up running and within a couple months was doing marathons. He's one of those "natural" runners. Smoked me on my own hills in my own 'hood yesterday morning. He's going to post a great time, while I, simply, will have a great time, plodder that I am.
What day of the week is your weird day?