For my first new state, we headed to Alabama.
E, of course, wanted to see the space flight center in Huntsville. He hadn't been there since he'd gone to space camp as a kid. Bonus, some of his extended family has moved there in the interim, so we combined family and rockets for a visit, as you do.
|You can see the space center from the highway.|
|Owner-recommended local IPA -- delicious.|
Our full day in Memphis was quite the trip. We saw the Peabody Duck March, which was every bit as odd as it sounds. Apparently, since 1933, 5 ducks have been escorted down from their palace on the roof of the Peabody Hotel at 11 AM via elevator, at which point the door opens and they march down a red carpet (to music) into a fountain, where they swim until 5 PM and the march repeats back into the elevator.
|The crowd at 10:59, awaiting the duck march|
|Whole rack of Rendezvous ribs|
Best ribs either of us have ever had. No contest. And the cole slaw was amazingly mustardy and acidic without a hint of mayonnaise (my favorite style). From there we drove across the Mississippi river to West Memphis, Arkansas (3rd state), and then turned around and spent a couple of hours getting educated and a bit depressed at the National Civil Rights museum. Finally, we rounded out the day with the obligatory visit to Graceland.
|The poolroom at Graceland. One of many so over the top rooms.|
Our last day in Nashville, I ran my assigned intervals around the Parthenon in Centennial Park, which was great. A very helpful gentleman turned as I approached breathing hard with 1 minute left to go and yelled, "Drop the hammer! Drop it!" which was hilarious and fun.
|Photo Credit: http://www.conservancyonline.com|
We had recovered from Memphis BBQ and were ready for some more, so we hit up the famous Peg Leg Porker BBQ for Nashville pulled pork (nachos for me and a sandwich and mac and cheese for E). I declared that I liked Memphis pulled pork better than Georgia-style, although I could only eat about 1/3 of my gigantic order. I must have upset the BBQ gods because I then spent the 4 hour drive back to Atlanta suffering from acid reflux and indigestion...So, all told, it was good, but probably not good enough to justify a repeat.
|The pig has a peg leg... so wrong! (And dangerously delicious.)|
In running news, I've been following (more-or-less) my 5K training plan. The workouts are often harder than they look on paper, which is simultaneously disheartening (how can 3X5 min @ just below 5K pace with 3 minutes recovery hurt so much?) and encouraging (at the end of the 2 key workouts each week, I feel accomplished, and I can tell that I'm pushing my fitness to improve, which is, after all, the whole point). I'm looking forward to tomorrow's long run (nothing by my old standard, but on this plan 50-60 minutes very easy counts as the long run) as the last effort before the week of taper(ish -- jet lag isn't ideal). I'm super excited to watch the Boston marathon on Monday as inspiration before hopping on the plane that night. And then I'll do the Park Run next Saturday in Paris. I'm definitely still thinking a sub 30 would be something to celebrate as my A goal. Wish me well!