Lunch in Alabama
(Looks like I forgot to post a closing blog entry from our time in Poland last month, and this barely counts as an opening post for our time in the American Bible Belt, but here goes...)
A long day of flying yesterday got us to Atlanta, and today we had a long day of driving to make our way down to Apalachicola on the Florida panhandle. To tick the box on another American state we took a small side trip across the Chattahoochee River from Georgia into Alabama, but only to have a quick lunch in the skeeviest gas-station-housed Subways in the world.
Both Alabama and Georgia failed to live up to our biases by showing a surprising lack of "Make America Great Again" lawn signs for the Tangerine Menace, and we even saw a single "I'm With Her" sign for Clinton (though in hindsight that might have been in Florida).
Tomorrow I'm running the "Running for the Bay" 50 km Ultra-Marathon, a very small race of only a few hundred people. Since my disastrous marathon in Warsaw last month my training has completely fallen apart (caught a cold for a week, then Calgary's weather got really cold, then work got really busy), plus it's forecast to be 25C and humid tomorrow, and I've never run this long a distance before. Fortunately the race has a generous eight-hour time limit, so what could possibly go wrong?
(Events of Oct 22, 2016.)
A long day of flying yesterday got us to Atlanta, and today we had a long day of driving to make our way down to Apalachicola on the Florida panhandle. To tick the box on another American state we took a small side trip across the Chattahoochee River from Georgia into Alabama, but only to have a quick lunch in the skeeviest gas-station-housed Subways in the world.
Both Alabama and Georgia failed to live up to our biases by showing a surprising lack of "Make America Great Again" lawn signs for the Tangerine Menace, and we even saw a single "I'm With Her" sign for Clinton (though in hindsight that might have been in Florida).
Tomorrow I'm running the "Running for the Bay" 50 km Ultra-Marathon, a very small race of only a few hundred people. Since my disastrous marathon in Warsaw last month my training has completely fallen apart (caught a cold for a week, then Calgary's weather got really cold, then work got really busy), plus it's forecast to be 25C and humid tomorrow, and I've never run this long a distance before. Fortunately the race has a generous eight-hour time limit, so what could possibly go wrong?
(Events of Oct 22, 2016.)
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