A Prohibition Era Still in the Neighborhood
Tucked in these North Georgia woods sits the rusted skeleton of a Prohibition-era still. A century ago these mountains ran on moonshine, corn whiskey cooked by a hidden creek and kept clear of federal revenuers. The men who ran it souped up their cars to outrun the law, and helped invent NASCAR.
Gym Trip
I don't like having my sleep disturbed by an alarm clock (or anything else, to be perfectly honest). Apparently my body agrees, so I conveniently woke up around 5am, avoiding the 5:30am alarm.
This is just day two at the neighborhood gym, so I'm still working on figuring out my routine. Both times I've started with a two mile jog on a treadmill, which is comically easier than a two mile trail run. Having the ground move backward (treadmill) instead having to push myself forward (actual running) – it's definitely not the same amount of effort.
I picked up my goggles which were delivered today. I'm going to delve back into lap swimming. I know there's a lot of old people in this neighborhood, so there's a chance they keep the pool at spa-like temperatures. I hope not. We'll see.
