... that my Haircut of Doom is starting to grow out. Praise Jesus!

So I summoned up my insanity and signed up for a four-mile road race. Got my number (37) and a shirt that's too big but that's OK. Surveyed the talent and it looked like my wish not to be last would probably not come true. The race started around 8:30 on a bit of a downhill so it was nice to start off with gravity on my side. I quickly made it to the back end of the pack and the cops had to re-close the road when they saw me coming. The first mile went great, the second was the only spot where I walked -- there was a long hill and I walked about the last 100 yards of it -- and then ran ran ran past Smith College, past the high school, past Childs Park and around the park, down past Nuttelman's Florist (Hi Mary! Hi Chip!) and down Prospect and down another street (this is where it starts to get hazy) and then finally down the finish-line chute. Whoot! Now I would like to take a nap, please.