A Happy Ending
37 degrees but it feels like 22. Or something like that. Five PAX in various get-ups designed to buffet the wind and cold gathered around where the flag is supposed to be at The Green Mile. The smell of burnt rubber was in the air. Everyone there had on their running shoes, so once Old Maid picked out which gloves he was gonna wear we were ready to begin.
Warm Up Yog the 0.
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