Another great morning with Russo out at Granny’s. Monday night’s storm didn’t really bring in any cooler temps, but that wasn’t much of a surprise. And no Coach Jose, which also wasn’t a surprise, as he told me earlier he’d have volleyball games the next few Monday nights. So I knew I could throw in a trip to the tunnel without catching any flak.
Standard warmorama, standard stops at each intersections, standard B.L.I.M.P.S routine with backwards run once we got to the flooded out tunnel. Luckily there was a dry patch near the north end, we just had to wade through some muck to get there. Lotta trace traffic this morning, which was surprising because i assume the path is littered with branches.
Anyhow, the years are blurring together, Russo – I swear you were just up all night cooking gumbo a few months ago… it’s already been another year? Anyway, thanks for the post and the company, it’s always great putting in some work and catching up with you.
