Shamu and Gummibear arrived at AO Mastodan. The AO was a buzz of activity, with the tennis courts lit up and in full use, and cars set up through the various parking lots with a kind of tail gaiting hang out party going on. Sometimes I forget that there is a night life after 9pm.
The Thang: We set out on a run heading towards AO Tarpit. We ran 2.5 miles out and 2.5 miles back for a total of just over 5 miles at a 7:53m pace. I must admit the fog of shredtember has begun to cloud my brain. While it was a beautiful, almost summer evening, and we had good conversation, I felt as though we were running at a 6 mile pace. I was hoping at some point Shamu would volunteer that we walk or at least slow a bit, but he did not. He did not seem to be panting as I was. I was tired. I am tired. My feet were hurting from nothing in particular. I believe I asked Shamu to repeat something he had just told me about 10 different times. I was great company.
COT: Prayers for a family both Shamu and I know, as the mother health limitations. That God would bless them and be gracious to them.
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