Happy Halloween. After inspecting my girls' loot from trick or treating, Jens and I ran to Fresh Market to scope out the leftover candy. They didn't have much. During the run he told me running wasn't his thing. He'd given it enough of a try. I told him fine. You gotta run your own race. .25 miles from home, with an uphill finish, I told Jens he wouldn't be sprinting ahead and beating me home tonight. Despite my 93.2% effort, he matched me. That kid has more spit in him than I thought. Too bad running is so boring. He went in to eat his Halloween candy, and Tami met us at the door. I asked her if she wanted to go for a run. She did. I recovered on the porch while she changed, and we headed north instead of south. It was a perfect night, with moon, and still. We didn't leave till almost 10, so the roads were pretty quiet. We had a nice visit, and to my surprise, she wanted to do 6. I was pretty tired, and dinner wasn't agreeing with me by the end; I thought I'd be up all night and missing work today with flu. To no avail, thank goodness, although I wouldn't have minded missing work. If a perfect night to run 11 miles exists, last night was it. | 