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My staycation from work started on Saturday with a rare family gathering. Remember when I talked about the soda pop sentimiento? Behold, a photographic marvel. Plotted across this tableu is my dad, mom, sister, and brother-in-law sipping on a few beers, and me? a coca-cola. 

1 hour before this shot was taken, we diligently worked on the foundation bed with the aerator and auger.

5 hours before that, I awkwardly introduced myself to a gal I found admirable while out for an easy 9-miler. Something never attempted in my existence. The interaction filled the air with hilarity and seemed fitting for another Café Tacuba song —or perhaps a Ogden Nash poem. Additionally, I fought the naco urge to say: 

"Y que? Tienes un vato o que?!"

Kidding. I would never. 

Sunday was marked by an easy 10.5-mile jog with the Mexicas, followed by a lax 4 miles at the lake on Monday, accompanied by some light reading on Canova.

And then on Tuesday, after a night of sweating and shivering (food poisoning?), I began my morning to this workout:

2 miles easy

4 x 200m with 200m recovery jog

    41.6, 41.5 40.3, 40.3

4 x 400m with 400m recovery jog

    1:25, 1:22, 1:23, 1:21

2 x 200m with 200m recovery jog

    37.5, 38.3

1 mile easy

And now, the Ennis Polkafest 5k this Saturday.

Go all the way,

Erik