My friends, I think I’ve made a tactical mistake. I mentioned last week that I’ve challenged my Dad to a race of sorts, with each hundred words that I write on Tanner and Miranda being equivalent to each mile he rides on his bike. The mistake is that I forgot to remember the fact that my dad is at least as competitive as I am, and that he also really wants to see this story finished.
If my calculations are correct, our standings are as follows:
Miles ridden: 164
Words written: 1533
… hoo boy. It’s a good thing it’s been getting easier to write more words!