Say it with me ...

Rob is off frolicking on some far-off, Iowa’s-apparently-not-good-enough California coast today so Scott parked in Rob The Snob’s usual spot before this morning’s run because THAT’S WHAT FAITHFUL RUNNING BUDDIES DO ROB SO PUT *THAT* ON YOUR AVOCADO TOAST AND WASH IT DOWN WITH YOUR LOCALLY SOURCED ARTESIAN VEGAN WATER.

In other capitalized news, BOY HOWDY IS IT MOIST OUT TODAY. MOIST MOIST MOIST. AND HUMID.

But: Three miles. Exactly 11:00 pace, which felt rushed so I still have some cardio-catch-up to do now that my hip is better. My groin is a little sore but I’m telling you this just so I can say groin and not because I think I’ve injured myself. So groin. Groin groin groin. And moist.