We ran – everyone pretty much ended up around 5 miles.
Crablegs, Hand, Jenny, and Jaws came out of the gate hot and cruised in the heat.
Everyone else didn't run as fast.
Papa wore his best cargo pants for the run.
The corner weed house didn't have their fire lit when we passed by on the way back. It definitely smelled like a much more potent and better strand of weed this week. The last month where we did this it smelled rather rancid.
Tacos and cocktails were enjoyed by all after the run.