Yesterday YHC bit the bullet and went to one of those fancy running stores where they tell you everything you know about your feet is wrong. The result was a lighter bank account and a pair of new running kicks that were way more comfortable than the shoes I’ve been running in. The jury is still out on whether or not they’re better overall, but the test run this morning was promising.

To say the conditions were humid this morning would be an understatement. I’m sure I lost about a gallon of water in sweat along the five-mile route I put in. Later, drenched and in Starbucks, I asked the friendly barista for the largest water they had. I elaborated by suggesting they just find an empty gallon jug and fill it up for me. It was a no-go on the gallon jug, but the giant cup they gave me was probably the best water I’ve had all week.

After reconciling the list on the board with word of undocumented pax in the Gloom, it was determined that we had 12 men go out for runs of various distances. Some even hit a trail run.

We were counted, YHC forgot the name-o-rama, and we prayed. I did not forget the flag. Thanks for the reminder UJ.

It was great to see such a large crowd putting work in on a Sunday morning.

Until next time, CC