Run down Pettit. Run up Cherokee St and around to Jeanette. Circle back down Main Street and do it again. And again.

Tenderloin’s face when I told everyone the route was priceless. I think he plotted where to hide my corpse in that moment.

Westside and Hass rucked.

Since RaceTrac was closed before the run we had no coffee. Thankfully RaceTrac was open after the run so a few of us grabbed coffee together afterwards.

Oh yeah….. and Bonilla sucks.