Notes
Friggin cold. And I hate running at the Blackhouse. Can't see a friggin thing this time of year and I lost track of how many missteps and rolled ankles there were. Curts made a big deal of going easy on easy days and then immediately dropped everyone...whatever. Hung back with Robert and Louie for the most part. Ran with Curts on the inside loops so he wouldn't be all alone. Windy as all heck coming back up State St and towards the school. Fall is HERE.