Twas a dreary morn as we decided to throw 20 bucks out the window for the River City Ramble. A couple of landlubbers talked me into the TCM so the 10K was the name of the game for Scraggs and I. The race started out good... got slow... then ended better. My pace was a bit like I was walkin the plank (or something else suitably nautical) at times, but with the amount of time I have in, it wasn't too bad. Scraggs race the 10K in 52 minutes. I was 5 minutes back. I think we both could have gone faster, but Scraggs is racing in Mpls on the morrow, and I'm still using the fact that I've had a long running flu....
On other related news, I have to send in my second fork in a week to the dockyards for repair. I'm down to my little schooner only. I bet that it breaks before any one of the lads gets any booty. Except Capt. Job. He needs no help in that search.
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