My first thought was that the light at 6:30 is lovely. My second thought was that there shouldn’t be a 6:30 on a Saturday morning.
And if there must be a 6:30 on a Saturday morning, I should remain blissfully unaware of it.
Nevertheless, there we were. And by we I mean me and my running shoes:
We did the Marie Wooten Memorial Run today, a scholarship fundraiser. There were bananas:
And other snacks:
We saw our friend, the theater director, and another guy The Yankee knows from the pool, who is a librarian. The woman who was running with Dean Wooten the day she was killed was there to run, as were a lot of dogs. They need fuel too:
While we didn’t win place on the podium — we weren’t racing, though — The Yankee did win a hat as a door prize:
And we posed with our friend, Emily, who ran with us.
I ran home, another two miles and change, because why not? Yesterday I had a rambling ride through campus and town and the suburbs to put a simple 22 miles into my bike. Tomorrow I’ll have a longer ride. Now I’m going to watch football. This will involve a great deal of sitting. I’m OK with it.
