Notes
Torrential downpour at mile 2. Truant weiner dog mile 3. Clouds of eyeball-seeking gnats along the Harpeth. Face to face with unleashed Doberman at mile 5.5 who stopped and raised his hackles at me while I screeched to a halt and nearly peed myself. Idiotically apologetic owner: "I'm SO sorry! He's just a puppy and I never see anyone out here this early." Puppy my ass, and it's 9:00, bitch. Cut through on Blue trail to avoid another confrontation. Slipped on mud and fell on my ass coming down the hill to car.
All in all, decent run.