Question: What does an addict do on vacation? Answer: More drugs!!
And so it was that I tacked an extra hour today onto my normal training time, once I found an empty hotel banquet room with high enough ceilings to accommodate my staff.
The timing on The Walk is making me crazy. So of course I keep taping myself to see if I’m getting it right, which I’m not. The failure compels me to keep trying… and taping. What’s an addict do on vacation again? Witness a few seconds of my madness.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the International Speedway, there’s a world dedicated to flight welcoming dozens of math and science whizzes – all of them girls this week (though several brothers came with parents for pick-up).
Just driving through campus for drop-off and pick up made me want to get another degree. Some shots of the sculptures and views, indoor and out:
Tomorrow, off to old stomping grounds at day’s end. Maybe I’ll have gotten The Walk by then.
