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Ski intervals, 3x Summit.
The day's highlight was back home in the evening, when I looked down at my ankle and noticed a little black dot. I was thinking, "let me see what that is." So I worked at it, and eventually a thorn started to emerge. A thorn left over from Possum Trot. Around Kansas City, it wouldn't be worth mentioning unless it had another 2"-3" to it. But around here, when it was right where my ski boot presses in, a 3/8" thorn is something. I passed out several times while I was extracting it. (no I didn't, but it does improve the story)
It probably explains why putting my ski boot on that foot lately hasn't been as much fun as it used to be. I'm already looking forward to the renewed fun tomorrow!