Eric once again. Why did we call today a "rest" day? To be sure, there was no Ironman-distance biking, but by mid-morning, we'd already devoured the hotel's free breakfast, made lodging reservations for Oregon, gotten in some quality running time, soaked in the whirlpool, had a conference call, answered e-mails, uploaded pictures, scouted out activities for the day, and done about two hundred other things.
Now, Carson is putting the finishing touches on a pasta creation in our fully equipped kitchen, a storm is beginning to rage outside, and I'm trying to remember everything that happened. Great Basque food for lunch in downtown Boise -- yes, Basque. Visit to a giant bike store. And then, in a case of role reversal, I -- that's right, Eric -- biked about 10 miles, and Carson came to pick ME up. More accurately, we met up at a local Y, where we got in some lap swimming. Yes, it was a triathlon day. Carson met a local postal employee, who asked intelligent questions and even estimated Carson's daily calorie intake.
"Dinner is served," Carson says, so that's all for now. Red Sox/Mariners on the local TV here... of course!
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sounds like the best day yet,keep the info headed our way.stay safe.
jp
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