Unintentional Cross-Training

Despite being in the midst of a heatwave that has me quite bothered and most definitely hot, A and I are determined to continue our training for next month's race.  It's not like it'll be any cooler in Tahoe, so we might as well suck it up.

We planned a run for yesterday evening.  Unfortunately, due to a high-spirited motorcycle appropriately named after an equally high-spirited playwright, A found himself stranded five miles from home.  Like a champ, he rolled up his pant legs, grabbed a few library books from the saddlebag, and got to walking. He made it just in time for our four mile run up over seven hundred feet.  I gave him an out, but he buckled down and got 'er done, sore feet and all.

It was a good accomplishment and a nice show of resolve.  His resolve will again be tested next week when we'll be in weather that looks like this:

Our training will not be thwarted!