Got to College Station, TX last night. Nice small airport. I told the cabbie, 60 something year-old talkative woman, to take me to the Hampton Inn and gave her the address. She proceeded to take me on a nice little ride to the hotel. I paid her, got out and went in for my reservation. New, friendly girl at the counter was very confused. Manager, Ron, came over and said with a pleasant smile, "well that's because his reservation is for the other Hampton Inn." I would have glady stayed at that hotel, but the deposition I'm involved in today is at the other one. Well, Ron just said, I'll drive you over to the other one, which he did. The other Hampton where I ended up staying was very nice, but it was quite isolated. The closest food establishment to it was a Mexican restaurant a little ways away, but I didn't want to walk even that far in the rain storm. So I ended up ordering a pizza, and at the whole dang thing. So much for a run last night.
This morning, I ran on treadmill at the hotel in College Station. I'm basing the distance on time and effort. I run often enough on treadmills to have a pretty good feel when a treadmill's calibration is way off. 90 minutes later the treadmill indicated I had run 13, but there was no way I had run that far, so Ill just log an easy 10. 
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