4,125 Hail Marys and 832 Our Fathers

Forgive me, Incline. It's been 4 weeks since my last Ascent. School, a little work here and there, but primarily the accumulating pounds of fat on my ass and sheer laziness have kept me from a weekly visit to your lovely grade for a while.

Beautiful blue skies - you don't see that color in Texas. The temp is hovering around the freezing mark, but so far the sun is helping me out. The sun, and as usual, I am overdressed. Have to lose a shirt and my hat at the No Trespassing sign.

My quads are already griping at me. Geez, I'm really gonna have to hump it to keep katie in sight at New Orleans.

My lungs burn. My gin-drinking mentor would tell me to suck it up and move on, so I do. I crawl slowly toward the false summit, stopping occasionally to marvel at the landscape. I am very, very, fortunate to live here.

Usually when I'm on the Incline, my brain kinda jumps around to all the things bugging me that I'm procrastinating about. Same when I run, which is why I usually run alone. Gives me an opportunity to get some perspective. I do not have that opportunity today. No internal musings or half-formed decisions at my disposal.

False summit, finally. At least I don't have to worry about the beer getting hot today. Yes, I'm carrying PBRs. Shut it - that's how brownie trained me. Feel better now, but not moving any faster.

The top! Quick pic then off down the trail. My hands are freezing, even though I have gloves on. Good jog to the bottom. I take the trail that follows the creek down to Ruxton, my personal preference. The frozen geysers and over spray in the creek make me smile. I step between the gate and post at Ruxton and turn for a last look at the trail and the creek.

I think I heard the evergreens whisper, "See you next week, slacker".

Don't talk with your mouth full...

I love The Smoking Gun... constant offerings of 'tasty' tidbits like this one.

And don't forget to wipe your chin, dearies.

Gobble, gasp, gobble...

Turkey Day Tradition here in the Springs. Hike the Incline, drink your PBR at the top, then motor down the trail for potluck dinner and Plastic Gin at the Royale Tavern.



No worries - our fearless and oft-inebriated leader is right behind us, having run from home.

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Summer's Eve, Anyone?

If this doesn't qualify as assinine, I don't know what will. A West Virginia women has been jailed after threatening 2 men (one of which was her ex-husband) for not munching her bearded clam.

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Ewww.