Sunday, March 27, 2011

Dirty Bottles and the Flow...

Sure sign of a good weekend, a sink full of dirty bottles:


I found it this weekend. Maybe for just a few miles, but it was there. I've been looking for it for a long time. Mother Nature has rallied against me. I've been patient and resilient in my search, and this weekend, it was their. FLOW.  It was wonderful.


I was fortunate to have some amazing folks searching for FLOW with me this weekend : Monkey, Harlow, Shawn Downing, Garvey, Curtis, Fort James....

Just that little bit of FLOW, those magic miles make it all worth while. The hard days are worth those few miles of goodness. I am left wanting more. The quest continues...

Diane's spunky new green goblin glasses...
 MASS relay is next weekend. One of  my favorite events all year. You should do it...
Potter just can't seem to relax yet.
respect.
fatmarc vanderbacon

2 comments:

forty f15teen said...

love the irony of "fort" james on an engin.

you should come out for SSUSA!

Jim said...

Beer is one way God tells us that he loves us and wants us to be happy.

Letting us have a 20 minute stretch of perfect flow, where we don't hit the brakes, don't hit a tree and don't remember what we just did for the last 20 minutes, is the other.