I started this past weekend off casually enough having coffee with a friend of mine. That's where the "rest" ended. I was then running errands for thre McNaughton Trail Run the rest of the morning. After lunch I hit the road to Wicnchester, Illinois to meet my buddy for a WBG show in Springfield. I was on the road again Saturday morning by 11 and on my way back to the trail run. I made it to the park at about 1 p.m. and helped work the finish line until about 8 p.m. That's when the fun really began. I got ready and did 20 miles with David Goggins. This guy was 110 miles into a 150 miler at that point so our pace wasn't blazing. I won't go into all the details, but I was lucky enough to spend the next seven hours with a guy that I am now a big fan of. He's a Navy seal, good family man, raises money for charities through his running, former power lifter, just a great man. I am a better pewrson having spent time with him and perhaps seeing him at his worst, which for a guy like him is probably his best in a twisted sort of way.
I finished my run about 3:30 and worked the finish line for another two hours before leaving to meet JHiggs. We were on our way to Moline for the Stampede, Race #1 of the I-74 Series. After a day of watching races, I made it home at about 6:30 last night. I was in bed by seven. I was back up at seven today. I'm hurting. I'm tired. I'm getting a chest cold. I wouldn't change any of it.