Notes
Last run as a thirty something and it was one to remember. About half a mile in a vine caught my right shoe lace. It yanked at my lace and slapped the inside of my left knee hard enough to leave a nice welt while nearly making me eat some dirt. At mile two a hidden stump jumped out in front of my left foot and sent me flying. I slid like a ball player into home base, scraping up my knees and hands, and had dirt several inches up my long sleeves. Good times!