Where's the Flow

Finally after a week things are leveling off, and yesterday was a short inventory of all the return stuff from the Run last week, and neatly packed away. It just seems like it was ages ago, as most things now, afterwards something that has taken place just a week ago seems like a long time. Nonetheless, sleep loss has been restored,  the hands are not all sore, and finally Boodini and I got in a run. This weekend is Hell's Hills, and hopefully there is something of a running fitness left from a month ago. Who needs excuses, there are none, because life has taken a different path, and it sure isn't the desire to run from coast to coast. It looked like there might have been a 24 hour around Camp Mabry but the organizers might have pulled the registration link, cause you can't. It is just about to crank up the heat and the summer months are quickly approaching. Bagged about 20 sacks full of leaves, and that is just the first round. There will be two more hits before it is said and done. One thing for certain though, I guess I didn't know!