Friday Run

This was a rare and elusive Friday run, and a long one at that. I went 12 miles in the mist and sometimes sprinkles, with a breeze from the northeast that wasn't really too bad. My legs felt fresh and I navigated the twisting and turning route without any major issues. I even ran the big hills on Flintlock and Shoal Creek without walking. This gets my running out of the way and now allows me to enjoy Irish Fest in Weston this weekend. Beware the weekend Irish!