I went for a trail run on Saturday at Jockey Hollow in (or near, I can't remember) Morristown, NJ. I could make a lame joke about hitting the trail like all the presidential candidates, but I'm above that.
It was a good time. It was the first I've done a trail run in over a year. Oddly enough, the last trail run I did was at Jockey Hollow in (or near, I can't remember) Morristown, NJ.
I don't have a small enough camera to run with, so, to prove I was running in the woods, I walked back up the trail from the parking lot to take this picture.
No, it was not taken on the side of the Turnpike.
When Hannah left to go back to Texas last Wednesday, I was pretty down, so I subconsciously set out to give myself a boost. It turns out my solution was to buy shoes. Luckily (for my manliness quotient) I bought these. They're all tough and rugged and let me run without slipping or twisting an ankle. I also kicked a bear.
Yes, I'm aware I bought shoes.
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You kicked a bear, sure, but it was a gay bear.
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