Finding it a little bothersome that this journal is becoming a running blog in the absence of open Pubs and Bars. Mind you, there is much training at home but you can lose your professional edge in the absence of face-to-face competition. Alas and alack….
I finally passed the halfway mark in the Great Virtual Race Across Tennessee and, coincidentally, I was wearing a Whitwell Tigers shirt for the run. Whitwell (pronounced locally as “WUHwuhl”) is just up the Sequatchie Valley from my crossing point — also, just a little further up the road to most of The Wife’s relatives in Dunlap (home of WUHwuhl’s rivals, Sequatchie County High School which is my sole reason for owning the shirt).
From the map, I estimate a today’s 12 miles included a nice run along a ridge and a breakneck dash down a canyon into Jasper and across the Sequatchie River. Now at 325.0 miles altogether, my current position looks like this just beyond Ronnie’s Red Eye 2 (and as fine looking a drinking establishment as I’ve ever seen in this neck of the woods):
The ACTUAL run today traced some new paths by taking advantage of the sun to guide me: for a morning journey, keep to the right of the sun and left of the shadow but, until later in the morning stay biased toward the sun.
Along the way, I stopped to inspect the stuffed toy you see here. We watched every episode of every season of Bojack Horseman over the course of the lockdown (we also finished the similarly dark Brockmire, which I also highly recommend). At the end of each episode of Bojack, the music was usually a goofy and infectious theme song but sometimes it would be something else or the lyrics would change; then, before the download would end a falsetto voice would say, “Boxer versus Raptor, na na na na na na na na!” That’s my earworm for the day.
Endless British Pub Crawl (Part 3) 