Notes
Dug up some old graves in Humboldt this morning. I worked myself up after seeing a scary man by the beach so I decided to run through the rose garden (which was beautiful) and stay on the northern side of the park for some irrational safety reasons. Waiting at the light to cross Humboldt and I heard my name, turns out it was Andrew Mack saying hello. Pretty crazy, haven't seen him since probably freshman or sophomore year of college. Hills and strides.