Jan. 22nd, a run at Rancho. Here's what I wrote on Strava:
"We start off, and there are a couple of women that are starting out at the same time. They take off jogging ahead of me. Then start walking. I pass them. Same thing again. They jog past me and walk in front of me, so I passed them again. They passed me again, and I was like, I am not dealing with this all the way to the farm, I just cannot. Detour gave me some extra mileage. Out at the turnaround point at halfway, I chatted with a guy my dad's age about kids and parenthood. He has one daughter, 35. He said his wife told him that if he wanted any more kids he was going to have to get a new wife. He stuck with her, good man. He told me some days kids make you want to strangle the sh*t out of them, and other days they melt you in a puddle. He told me to enjoy these days as they go by fast! Cool guy. Checked out the farm of course with the boys, and then guess who we ran across on the way back--those two. I made a quick pass and didn't look back, and thankfully that was the end of that! Tired at the end for sure. Happy with the mileage I got in today, it was tough at times. Mostly on the way out when the grade is uphill."