Lately my life has been consumed with work, preparing for my trip and playing the occasional competitive round of Sporcle with an office mate. To date, I am the reigning champion in naming all 195 countries in the world even when handicapping my opponent three minutes.
I’m such a nerd.
Anyhoo, recently I wrote out a list of everything I need to pack for my trip. Since I’ll be digging, researching, swimming and running while I’m there, I have a lot of clothes and accessories to cram into one checked bag which can’t weigh more than 20 kg (or 44 pounds for my fellow Americans). This includes a pair of steel-toe work boots and my trowel.
F*ck a duck. Call Dr. Who, I need to borrow his Tardis.
I’ve decided to call this packing endeavor Operation Holy Mother of God How Is This Going to Work. Or Preparation H for short as I’m too juvenile not to steal cheap jokes from the Austin Powers movies. Wish me luck. I’m gonna need it.
Because of the slowly increasing chaos in my life as of late, I haven’t run since Tuesday night. However, rain or shine, I’ll be getting out tonight and again this weekend. I might not reach 20 miles for the week like I wanted, but I’ll definitely be in the teens. At least there’s that.
All right, folks, that’s it for me. Have a great weekend and good luck to anyone racing.