Lets not be shy. I think I figured it out last night: People don't want to be seen breathing heavily....and I don't know whhhhhy. I used to be sensitive about my breathing, see, I used to breath like a horse. In high school they would always joke that I would never sneak up on someone. I'm not talking about a little heaving or "puh" "puh" "puh", I'm talking about a running dog on a summer day pant. A pant so hard that it leaves you hoarse. A pant that wilts the grass between your feet. That's what I'm talk'in 'bout. So next week let's grasp the gasp and suck air like you mean it.

All told the effort was the best yet. Last night marked a leap in both technique and output.....it may not feel better but then again going faster does not always "feel" better but it does get you home a little quicker. Next week we can introduce some more upper body power as well as a little facilitated strength work on the hill....just when you thought it safe to gown the hill.....

As you may know my knee has been slightly bothersome recently. No worse than a having a razor blade grinding around in there and not unexpected for a 94 year old guy....if only I was 94! Old sucks, period. I will post something Friday concering the Saturday ski so get to your computers then. Till then enjoy the return of summer, workout and good job this week.

                                    SNEEZERS

..............so come on muther truckers put your big rig in gear and get your wide body down to here, for some of that finger lick'in, napkin stick'in chicken. Don't chicken out, visit our chicken inn. That's Sneezers.....ahhhcooo. Don't forget our Chicken in a Casket to go.

                                         Theme from Sneezer's Chicken in Green Bay circa 1970's. It was pretty good chicken....or so I'm told by those much older than me. Plagerized from TFT.