Training Log Archive: Becks

Tempo intervals around the roads at Millbrook. Needed a weekend away from the depressing apartment, and went to visit Carol-Ann. Had a lovely time. Yesterday I slept like I was dead, and then felt wiped pretty much all day. Had intentions of running somewhere fun, but then left it too late and had to use the roads around Millbrook. This place is like Long Island - every scrap of woodland covered in Private signs, with tons of empty looking mansions everywhere. In the restaurant later, I found out the a certain President Elect's brother lives there. They don't speak apparently, but he quietly supported the bid.

I bet his woods are covered in Private signs. Ugh.