The crew was meeting up at 10 o’clock for an eighteen klick adventure, so naturally…
Well, actually, I ran solo at nine.
My grandmother is turning 95 soon. Yeah, really. That’s possible. And also… that’s one-eighth of my genetics there, so yeah… fingers crossed I guess. Because life is busy in a few weeks on the real date we had a bit of an early birthday celebration for her. Steak. Cake. Balloons. A bunch of toddlers running about creating havoc. My house was a little busy at about the same time the eighteen klickers were likely rounding the last stretch and sprinting back to their cars.
So, yeah. I skipped that. Sorta. I ran early, in the cold, fast to get it done and because I’m already used to the warmer weather.
And because my grandma only turns 95 once. (Or, maybe twice… it wasn’t her REAL birthday, after all.)