Freaking Deer Flies turned my easy run into a workout. I can't stand those punks. Always dive bombing my head, and for the first time ever, they made me stop into a Port-o-potti for something other than official business.
5am start.... sleepy miles. I saw a young fox on River St. and it wasn't my wife. (just in case she reads this) It's front legs were muddy from scouting the banks of the river. Beautiful animal. 7:36 avg.