Although I slept poorly last night (one of those nights where I was sure I was up the entire time but then had crazy dreams that assured me I was not), my father and I had a decent run today. It was good in a number of ways: 1) we were both totally unconcerned with time; neither of us was set on setting a personal record, so we walked when we needed to; 2) we finally ran it together (this being our third attempt); and 3) my dad won the bronze medal in his age category (it still counts if he was three out of three).
Tomorrow we drive back together to Hamilton. I will be happy to be home again.
Me-Made-May 2018
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