One Run in Spain

I've only run ONCE while in Spain. Days are long and nights are short...whatever that means. Waking up before our early call times to run is simply madness. I am 6 hours ahead and the "feels like" time when I wake up is usually 1-2am. I've been spending the majority of my time hoofing around under the Iberian sun looking for giant catfish and negotiating my way around town with broken Spanish and even more broken German.

I am torn about running Army. I hate racing anything half-ass...but this could be an interesting (taper) experiment.

I will file a better dispatch upon my return to the States...

RED FOX signing out.