"Hold on a second... Part II? Why aren't you counting down?"
Well, the Brown Santa decided that the final day is actually Monday, as opposed to Saturday, thanks to some big cold, wet thing called Vulcan dropping immense amounts of snow on a few people in the entirety of the eastern US. That's only a slight exaggeration.
And now, I bring out the ever-popular Soapbox...
Yesterday afternoon I took advantage of the gorgeous weather here in the Seattle area to go for a jog. OK, it was more like a fast-paced amble. I went on a local trail (the 520 trail, for any curious locals) for a couple of miles, nothing big, and was passed by many cyclists of all shapes, sizes, and colors (Blue shorts with brown jersey? Seriously?)
To the cyclists who passed me, I have 1 word for you: LUBRICATION.
The worst offenders? The 5 guys in matching kits that passed me near NE 40th. WOW. It sounded like a flock of birds squeaking up behind me.
Perhaps this is a new bicycle warning system for pedestrians on multi-use trails?
That is all. I now yield the soap box to the more capable voicing of others.
Anyway, back to the countdown. What is it? Well, it's a way to get my health back to where it should be: right back on track. Any other place would be uncivilized.
How many kids ask for this, along with 3 of their friends? Quite a few, actually. FSA seems to like it.