6:45 am After the blisters yesterday, I went back to the tried and true, 675 mile Mirages. They smell like an old running shoe, but they lovingly envelop my feet. Ash came with to Freedom Hills. Ah, Freedom Hills, tucked up close to the foothills, granting shade until 9 a.m. Ash played a bit while I ran a couple laps. Fearing she would be late for school, and knowing a donut stop remained on the itinerary, I pried her off the playground equipment. For the 2 miles to the store I ran hard; sweat even made an appearance. Not the damp kind, but the droplets that run off your face kind. Then we came home. Ash ate her donut in the driveway so she wouldn't have to share. Then she asked me if there was any on her face. It was pretty funny. | 