Tuesday - so fresh, so clean

Today I made the trip south to Pisgah park which is home to Greg Hammett. We didn't have a set distance in mind but I was really hoping for at least 14. Greg was feeling the effects of New Bedford Half, but then realized he is a real mother cussing G and found the idea of 14 easy. The run was great, the weather was awesome and life was worry free. The best part about getting done and walking in the door to Greg's house was the smell of greatness. Jen, Greg's women, had prepared an awesome meal with "healthy" in mind. Is was stir fry with some healthy cuss in it, and was delicious. Post dinner feeling: it does feel good to be a gangster.