Monday, July 21, 2014
I visited my son in the hospital once today. Hopefully, he will be released tomorrow. This evening, I worked out at Iron Works and then ran an unplanned course on the roads around town, which turned out to be 2.6 miles. Bubba was in his pickup and stopped me during my run. I thought he needed directions. He asked me if I needed a ride. I assured him that I was okay and felt great. I must look bad when I run.