70

70

That's not my age but how old I feel right now. It was also my race number. I just got back from a 4-mile race I 'ran' with my son-in-law and his friend. They don't have 5K or 10K races down here in Florida, I guess. There were only about 700 runners. I hit the wall before the 1 mile marker. The race was called "The Run for the Pies". The first 500 finishers got an apple pie. Scot and his friend Mike got a pie -- I didn't. For me, it was 'the run for the thighs'.