Day 3 Paul: Fighting my way back

With Bart out, I have to finish even though San Francisco is calling me, saying “yeah, baby.”

Today’s undertaking started the same as yesterday. Veggie omelet (peppers, tomato, mixed greens) and apple cider. Lunch, a salad with peaches and an apple for a snack. Unfortunately, I had to work late so no trip to Millwood as hoped. Instead, I ventured up to the South Hill, picking up Olsen Farms potatoes from Huckleberry’s and then Berkshire pork from Rocky Ridge Ranch , available at Rocket Market which led to a filling dinner. I felt like a baller. Then off to Band Of Horses, a collective of beardos who played a lively set to a Knitting Factory crowd adept at awkward dancing . Some thought I would cave in this social setting but no beverages were consumed at the show, just me stroking my chin and nodding my head approvingly like an indie rock zombie.

Tomorrow, the foodie film Fresh will screen at the Magic Lantern and many of the challengers will meet to trade items . I already made plans for The Flying Irish Club and we’ll run past the ridiculously titled “Pig Out In The Park,” a strange annual hometown buffet that conjures up images of adults wearing bibs and nobody understanding that “jumbo shrimp” is really an oxymoron. Brace yourselves. But they won’t know what to make of 300 runners stampeding at 6pm. Let them eat sweat.

After taking stock of who’s out there, it looks like this could be the first 7 x 7 with more winners than losers. But we’re all winners, right? Aww. DTE has always been in touch with its softer side similar to a Sears commercial . Except for Remi Andre (depicted above in homemade climate change t-shirt with omnipresent facial hair). I would give him props for making it this far but at this point in the challenge that would be like throwing a book about learning to swim to a drowning man. Zing.