Yeah, yeah. Lousy headline, lousy text. I’m tired. I’ve been getting up at 4:30 most days this week trying to get a short-ish run in before work. I’m bleary eyed and… what’s the opposite of bushy tailed?
Call it method training for my zombie runner costume.
I leave at 5:15 AM tomorrow to head to Canal Fulton for its Haunted Forest Marathon.
Oh why oh, why oh, why oh, did I ever fly to Ohio?
Minor bummer maybe of the race? Though a “haunted forest” course, nobody is jumping out pretending to stab us. But cool detail of the race? If you crush a personal record, you get to smash a pumpkin! (Billy Corgan not included).
