I thought Monday was lonely, but then there was this morning. Thanks, Tool, for not making me a PAX o’ one.
A cool, crisp morning with not a single other person in sight. A ghost town in City Park, not a single car passed us along the Bayou. A steady if sluggish slog to Canal and back. Thanks, Tool, for holding back and hanging with a Q who’s slower than molasses. Running sux, so that’s why I do it. Tool did way more Burpees than the Q: about 20 to 1.
But, hey, it’s Mardi Gras. Pass a good time.