Notes
I didn't get my watch completely reset; I wanted this to appear as a group run for 7 point something plus a 1 mile solo run. C'est la vie.
To those people who were trash talking at me right before Scott Boulevard: the Easter Bunny was listening, and she won't be bringing you any eggs because you aren't being nice.
Speaking of the Easter Bunny, if you'd like to read the funniest story about Easter ever written, see the second story on this page ("Jesus shaves"):
http://www.esquire.com/features/three-stories-sedaris-0300
How do you explain Easter to someone who has never heard of Jesus in a French One class? It might sound something like this:
"He call his self Jesus, and then he be die one day on two . . . morsels of . . . lumber."
"He die one day, and then he go above of my head to live with your father."
"He weared the long hair, and after he died, the first day he come back here for to say hello to the peoples."
"He nice, the Jesus."
"He make the good things, and on the Easter we be sad because somebody makes him dead today."