Increasing Latitude, Dangerous Attitude

In the comments on my previous post, Krissy asked where I am - I infer that a week without blogging stretches audience patience.

In addition to not posting for a week, Sunday I called it quits at 4.0 hours into a planned 4.5 hour brick. That was at the 1.0 hour mark on the treadmill. My legs were holding up just fine, but I was tired of staring at the wall. Not a first, but rare. Must maintain minimal standards of training discipline this week.

Maybe Jimmy Buffett had a point: With all of our running and all of our cunning; If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane.

[Aside: there's a Margaritaville here. As my sister pointed out to me via e-mail, word is that it will soon be challenged by Hooters. I suppose that presages the arrival of more buxom young women ex-pat service staff. Have I mentioned how tough life can be here?]