I had to get up pretty early to get these miles in before a 7:20 t-time with my dad, mom and son. The run was nice; it was actually reasonably cool in the shade of the mountains. Either that, or I'm getting acclimated to the heat.
Golf didn't go well. As someone once said, "a good walk spoiled." Except I didn't walk. Eaglewood begs for a cart. Then my dad bait and switched me into a car-type project. All's well that ends well, though. He had cold Dew in the fridge, and made us pancakes for breakfast.
It was strange to not spend a good part of the morning on the race course or at liberty park. But sometimes a break with tradition is greater than continuing a tradition. If you never let go of something, pretty soon you are tied down all the time. At certain points, enough is enough.
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