On the Road Again

"Pssssssssssssssssttt --- over here" is what I heard when I got to the lake on Saturday. Maggie and the rest of the ATP group were huddled up with hushed voices. When they pulled me over, I was hoping that I was about to be given the secrets of uber fast running ("we've been driving half the course for MONTHS without telling you and *that's* why we finish half an hour ahead of you). Instead, I was informed that we were supposed to run a different 12 mile course than normal because it was flatter and meant we didn't have to take the dreaded Sperry Loop on our last route off the lake. I have no idea why that merited a whisper, but everyone seemed very excited about the secret. The thing is, I just couldn't do it. I didn't want the Sperry Loop to think it had gotten the best of me. I've solved the world's problems many times over on those streets this summer. So, while everyone else did a turn-around across Abrams, I did Sperry, Santa Barbara, Fisher and the ridiculous hill at West Bay for the last time this season. A rule follower to the end.

12 miles. Cake.

I appreciate that the ATP group let me tag along this season. This picture is sweet Maggie pretending to be mean. I have not done her justice on this blog. She's actually the most supportive coach ever and truly a medical miracle with her speed and positive energy. I am thankful that she's been such a good sport about all my sarcastic comments. Don't get me wrong, she still scares the hell out of me --- but ... I mean that in the nicest way.