A Few more Pics

Our picture diaries don't always line up, so I'll try to fill in the few blanks that Keith left. It's Memorial Day, and if a leaping catch in front of a gigantic American flag isn't patriotic, I don't know what is.

(not even close to the biggest flag we saw)

Early in the trip we got a jump start on yearbook photos for next year. Part of being fast is being smug: here Keith nails the stair-strut and the pursed lips half-smile.

You're not going to keep this b-boy from walking it out on the grass.

The next day we hit the links for some L3 training, making sure that we dressed to the proverbial tee.

Golf is really just the means to a greater end, like looking' real fly, wading around in the mudflats looking for balls, and playing with little snakes that you find.

Though layering helps disguise it, don't think for a second that any of us changed clothes for the duration of 5 days. Or showered.

Our 3:45 A.M. wake-up call was so successful that it's going to become a staple for Sunday morning runs next fall. Forget making it back for brunch, we'll be waiting in line for breakfast to open at mission post-4am workout.

Don't let those smiles fool you, it's 5:10.

Undaunted by sleep deprivation, Matt strides it out to LFO on the 5th interval in 5X4 level 4s. Note the seamless transition from Chacos with socks to running shoes. Mix your training with fun, listen to Summer Girls, and take naps.