Going to Kansas City, ...

Kansas City Here I Come. These pics are from a mural near 18th & Vine. Just like in the song. This area was once the Meca of Jazz. In the 30's - 50's there used to be as many 50 night clubs in a 1-mile stretch and the music a raucous good times, literally, went on 24/7. It's nothing like that now. You've probably noticed that I have posted a lot of picutures of murals. I just love the art form, and it is so transient, here today, gone tomorrow. I wanted to capture as many as I could before mother nature reclaimed them.




I haven't wrote about my workouts much lately. To be honest, there hasn't been too much to write. I had to take a little break. I was ready to jump back into it with both feet last week, but, I had to take a little detour. I was at a Jefferson Starship concert and they were brining people up on stage to dance. Well, I wanted to get picked, so I started jumping up and down really high. I jump pretty good for a 46-year-old white boy. Well there I was, hoping up and down like a jucied up bunny when I felt a pop in calf. That was 10 days ago and I have been limping ever since. It hurt like hell. It sucks getting old.


I didn't let that stop me completly, though. That's the beauty of cross-training. I could barely walk, but I could still ride a bike.
Sat. - 29-miles easy, Sunday - 36-miles easy,
Mon. - 9-miles on the stationary, 14-miles of biking after work
Tues. - 9-miles of intervals on the stationary, Wed. - 9-miles on stationary
Thur - 30-minutes of eliptical, First workout standing up. Yeah!
Friday - 4-miles of actual running. The calf held up until the last two-blocks