Back to Palo Alto

The flight to San Francisco only took 14 hours (I guess prevailing winds are a wonderful thing) and I was through Customs and picking up my bag before 9am. It was touch and go for a bit; they have automated machines at SFO to collect your information before you hand your passport to a person in a bulletproof vest, but for some reason the camera and the flash on the machine weren’t playing nice. It kept taking a picture of me so over-exposed you could almost make out my pupils and jawline, and nothing else, and then complained that the picture wasn’t clear and would have to be taken again. Technology, I love you.
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Jet lagged again

I woke just before 6 this morning, went for a run and then walked to Palo Alto to pick up my ride to work. Google Maps told me the walk (2.4 miles) would take 51 minutes. Insulted by the implication around my walking speed, I set off in a sulk… and arrived 45 minutes later. Yeah, that showed you, impersonal array of servers!

    Today was mostly in training, and so I fought to stay awake. The more information was easy but come mid afternoon  the muscles around .Y eyes were beginning to close up involuntarily. It was high time to light out and visit a friend in Redwood City for dinner, along with two of our best Hong Kong buddies. I even managed to patch in a call with my wife and Destroyer, before eating a bowl of pasta as big as my head. Then back to the hotel room to read more of a Zatopek biography, and thus to bed. Inspired, perhaps, I run 10 mike’s tomorrow.