I know I know.
Today I was supposed to publish my Liberty Island race report.
Tomorrow. I promise.
Today was instead spent in Philly.
Beautiful day to be out.
I mean, if it helps, I am wearing the shirt we got at the swim.
So while I could have been typing up a nice long post, I was playing Dad all day.
Normal Dad things like comforting your son while urban wildlife look on.
We learned a lesson in that picture.
When you ask your kiddo, "Want to bring your sunglasses?" and he says, "No."
We learned that you should bring the sunglasses anyway.
Lest he be blinded by sun glare.
Did I Juneathon?
Did I have a choice?
Woke up, sprung out of bed for 2.5 strong miles.
On the unstrong side of things, I'm having a little bit of exercise-induced asthma. Or at least, restricted airway.
That hasn't happened since I first started seriously running back in 20 aught 4.
My IT Bands are also really sore from the Philly Tri.
I've been sticking them, but just barely keeping them in check.
So that's the deal.
Maybe I'll have a tad more time to bloggify tomorrow.
If not, I'll just produce the compressed report and go about life.
My dozen faithful blog readers probably don't care one way or another.
End the day with lullabies.
After citying all day, the kids were exhausted, so bedtime was succinct.
Classic Tuesday night song
To which Goodles replied with his final sleepy thoughts, "Why do you always sing the same songs?"
Because you kids don't seem to respond well to new lullabies.
But to answer his question as desired.
2 more days of Juneathoning.
We can do it.