Slipping Away

Summer’s normally pretty nuts, but, damn. I’ve been away from home 42 days since April 1st and the onslaught shows no signs of abating. Which is a totally good thing work-wise but an equally crappy thing family and fitness-wise. You just never know, two trips to Charlotte within a single week, my first ever trips to CLT. Then I smoked the rear wheel on my mountain bike, then it rained, and now I’m looking at more travel. Awesome. But the light at the end of the tunnel is a vaca to Italy in July. Seriously.

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