Weaving

Our half marathon was a little short because it was a slap dash operation. The beginning and end traced along the shoulder of a busy-ish road. We met a littering of the weird things you encounter on such shoulders - indistinct pieces of metal, discarded cups and wrappers, the shattered red jewels of a broken taillight. Much of the route involved going out and back through neighborhoods, no doubt in an attempt to try and get the milage correct.

But it was fun. We made a handful of single-serving friends and had an epic diner breakfast after.

Today's Haiku

My old pine green hat
wrangles my unruly hair
I am not myself

Today's Workout
Running: 12.87

Today's Drawing
(Based on the word Tortuous from Merriam-Webster's Word of the Day)
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