I was late getting to the trailhead this morning so Dace was gone when I got there. I saw him between the bridges and was able to holler to him. We ran out to Bloomington driving range and back. On the way back, with about a mile and a half to go Dace pulled up with a balled up calf. I finished out and drove back looking for him, but he must've started running again because I never saw him again. | 