Ran with the club. They beat me like a card on a bicycle wheel! I should of known something was up when I noticed Steve was doing a warm up around the park before we even got started. Clyde the glide gave me that Clint Eastwood smirk as if he were saying, “do you feel lucky punk. Well do you!!” We started up the hills about 4 miles worth. Every thing was going fine, until the last mile. Clyde took off like a rocket, and Steve took off like lighting. Steve unleashed the beast with in and lost us all. I hung back just to make sure no cops were trying to catch them for speeding. We ended up running a little over 7 miles. I decided I needed to do a few more miles, so I went out that night and ran 3.5 more. |