Well, that was a heck of a weekend.
On Friday I picked up Bonnie and we went to Painful Member. A small group of us assembled and ran a three-mile, mostly road trail, before gathering for circle outside Colony Square. There was a little too much non-COVID-times behavior, and we around too many muggles for my liking, so we bolted after circle ended.
Saturday morning was an early gathering for the Peachtree Rogue Race. We departed Phipps Plaza around 8:30am running (!), or at least my best approximation of that activity. There was a beer stop at mile one, and then off again running (!). The next beer stop was at mile three, and that was the last time my feet moved faster than an amble. Another beer stop occurred between miles five and six (right next to “XYZ Corp’s” office building), and Bonnie and I nearly brought up the rear. I was told the intent was to keep a sub-eleven-minute-mile pace; news flash: I am no longer a runner. Bonnie and I walked from Piedmont Park back to her car at the Inman Park Marta station.
Yep, apparently on Friday or Saturday the M6 picked up a sheet metal screw that was (one of four it turns out) kindly left behind by the HVAC crew on Monday. Why I didn’t think to scan the driveway after their departure still confounds me.
Yesterday Bonnie drove us out to Black Sheep on Thornton Road. It was a decent, six-mile trail, with only one spot that concerned me when I swore I heard someone shoot a shotgun. Everyone told me that I was wrong, it was a firework, I still have my doubts about that.
This morning I have an 8:00am cardiologist appointment, followed by a stop into a tire show near Piedmont Hospital to see about getting the screw extracted from the tire and having it patched.
Hope your weekend was fun, and of course safe.