Last weekend Julie, Kathleen, and I rode and out and back loop on the Natchez Trace for a total of 65 miles and then we ran 2.5 miles right after that. I think that run was the epitome of a brick workout. My whole body felt like a brick. The Trace is humbling. Not only is it hilly but it is windy, lonely, and that day was cold. We did have a nice stop in Fly, TN...which, if you've never been, is a surreal kind of place. The general store in Fly is so eloquently named "Fly's" and I think they sell shot guns, cigarettes, fabric softener from 1950, and Gatorade all in the same place. And if you're in the need I think they will stuff your kill from the day as well. We had our photo taken in front of this lovely landmark by a local woman who proclaimed to us "I found me a good man in Fly that let me have six dogs." Well if that isn't a reason to move there then I don't know what is. Maybe on our next stop back at Fly I will be as lucky as her. There are numerous community postings on the bulletin board at Fly's about a "youth coon hunt" and various events that require your five year old to run around with a shot gun. I'm not sure about that but I'm sure they have a lot to say about us traipsing into the store in our spandex. The people couldn't be nicer and they are very welcoming when we stop in; even allowing us to use their bathroom in the back....which I might add has two toilets sitting right next to each other but no barrier. I don't know who is that comfortable with someone that they want communal restroom behavior but it is Fly and nothing is surprising really...
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