Well, the official name is “Fuel Belt – The Terminator” – but in the spirit of cowboy up, I call it my bandolero. This weekend was fairly brutal. Saturday was a little more than an hour swim and then a 90 minute run in the afternoon. This ridiculous belt is actually pretty handy for water, etc. on the long run. That was the furthest I have gone in years and somehow I managed to run the whole way. Sunday it rained and Julie and I went down to Palo Alto for a soggy near 2 hour ride. Legs were pretty tired.
Red Sox are hanging on like a loose tooth…
No Soap, Radio! 