It was a beautiful morning to run. The 4, 5, and 6 milers all ran by the building I was born in – St Mary’s.
I told a funny story about the day I was born in 1973, the Dr was missing and his nurse found him at O’Tooles drunk and playing the piano. He used the forceps on my giant head and squeezed a bit too much. Imagine how smart I’d be if I wasn’t brain damaged at birth – lol. Not to worry, that doc lost his license to practice soon after my original birthday.
Great to see everyone this morning- I really appreciate and value the friendships and relationships I’ve developed with you guys over the last 8 years. Grateful.
Shakedown