Training Log Archive: Swampfox

Tick season officially ended on Thursday, but danged if I didn't get a gratuitous tick crawling on my wrist when I stuck my hand in some bitterbrush to retrieve a can. I may complain to the authorities or even launch a tick action suit, depending on my mood. But cows showed up yesterday, and that should mop up any lingering ticks.

Two ticks for the season is pretty bad, and I may have to rethink my tactics. Some people suggest simply staying indoors until winter resumes again in September, and it is something to consider.

Intervals after mapping, all under a perfectly cloudless sky that not even the gods could have arranged. 10 x 5 min.