only did 3 this morning. Thursday night is club night here in St.George. Met up with Clyde at the park. As I approached he looked like a young Sigmund Freud with his goatee. I think he asked me how my mother was doing. Steve came a few minutes later. And I guess Dustin had a day up at Zion Park running through the narrows dodging flash floods all day. Steve, Clyde and my self pushed forward into the night for a 9-mile tour. Steve and Clyde were rambling about their favorite barney show while I was gasping for air and wondering where I could find an oxygen machine. I feel like I run like a rental truck. The kind that has the sticker on the dashboard stating not to exceed 45 mph. I am getting worried about Steve. Every time we run, he is getting some strange cat calls from non female fans in trucks. We may have to start calling him “pretty boy Steve.” I finally caught back up with them around mile 8. Glided our way back to the park. | 