We're not allowed alcohol, so would someone please have a pint of Guinness for me today in honor of St Pat's Day. . .
I've gotten many words of encouragement from friends and family about the New Mexico move - thanks. Running Buddy Craig pointed out some of the cool runs held in the New Mexico mountains. One such run, the Jemez Mountain 50 Mile Run, has an advertised start line at the "North Mesa Posse Shack." That phrase alone makes me want to live in New Mexico. Here's what one of the aid stations looks like at the race:
Brother Jim sent me this cool picture from one of his back packing trips in the four corners area. I can't wait to see it for myself.
Tiffany has been living on realtor.com. Looks like we'll be able to swing a nice place, but not our dream house. Again, we'll just have to deal with it. The Air Force has been good to me over the years, so I shouldn't complain.
Anyway, there's definitely light at the end of the tunnel I'm in. My replacement has been identified and is due here the last week in May. I can't describe what a relief it is to have a real name singled out. That makes my end date much more real.
I won't miss much, but I will miss kicking butt at Euchre. (Hard to see the bracket in this picture, but my partner and I won the office tournament - a grueling 3 hour event in which there were copious amounts of bottled water guzzled):
I'll also miss having good running partners. Four of us did a marathon 2 days ago. We ran together almost the whole way. Good guys, small race (we took 7th, 8th, 10th and 11th), but really dusty air:
81 days to go.
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