Slow. HOT. Ran the Railroad Track Trail with Jonathan. I asked him last night if he had any trail shoes. He said no. I told him to run in old tennis shoes. He said he would "figure something out," so I left it at that. I got to his house today and he is running in his vibram five fingers. I realize that people run in these all the time. But, they generally start out with like a mile at a time and build up to higher mileage. He had never run a single step in them and had only bought them for a mission trip to Nicaragua last fall. His feet were killing him; can't wait to see how they feel tomorrow. He ran 5.4 while I ran 6.5. It was 80 degrees out. Whew... and humid! And, the bugs were out in full force. Did you know that the mosquito is the state bird of Alabama? I'm glad to have this one over with. I am not a fan of the heat. Can we go back to 50 degree days, pretty please? After my run I saw this little guy. Yep, I definitely need to buy some pepper spray. Although he was nice, not all dogs are. A mean dog his size could literally kill me. He was just walking down the middle of the road on a route that I really plan to run when I start upping my mileage some. He was HUGE. A total sweetie too. I love big dogs. Love 'em! (please notice all the lush greenery. snow? what is snow, utah friends?) 
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