I got home today after gallivanting around Manchester, eating Taco Bell, and hanging out in Newbury Comics, and my dad said, "Hey, wanna go for a run?" And I was like, "Yeah I do." So we got on our sweatpants and our running shoes and headed off into the rain.
We made the first mile in a little under 10 minutes and after that I lost track of time. We got wet, had fun, and didn't feel shame due to lack of exercise...shame on you who didn't join us on our run. You know who you are....
Our mileage came in at exactly 3 miles. Yay us!! Is this a sign that my dad will feel good enough to continue to run with me?? I hope so :)
J & B
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