Black Friday, so it was time for an E Streeters run to burn off the calories piled on the previous day. Never mind doorbuster sales, we're talking belt buster dinners.
So bring on the miles.
And for those who thought we did nothing but run for exercise, here's a picture to dispel that fallacy - Andrew and Barry showing how to do - and not do - pull-ups. You decide which one of them has the better form.
Luckily, I had a camera on hand to document this miracle - Andrew running past Casa Blanca Mexican restaurant without stopping. He clearly was distracted, though.
Ino the fields we go. Fortunately, Barry knows these trails like the back of his hand. Which apparently he hasn't seen much of lately.
Black Ice Friday
Despite being on rehab assignment, Tommy flagrantly disobeyed his doctor's orders to stick to flat, boring surfaces. Picked a good day to break in the new sneaks, too.
Fresh out of the pricker bushes. I mean seriously, what kind of father lets his son wear shorts when we're hitting the deep woods, complete with thorns, branches, and the briar patch?
Tommy is outstanding in his field.
Once again, Andrew and Barry display the many different manners in which to test their mettle by either hurdling or gingerly stepping over a downed tree. Both of them were knew what lay ahead.
Namely, day-after Thanksgiving sandwiches at run's end to negate the 4+ miles of arduous, grueling trails.
Let us give thanks that Andrew got fed.