I accidentally ran 30 miles on the Ice Age National Scenic Trail on Saturday, which would be cool, except it involved a gross miscalculation of anticipated mileage, too little water, too few gels, two extra miles of lost-in-the-woodsness, and one lifesaving rescue from Dad Stein, who doesn't mind Google Mapping his little girl and coming to pick her up on the side of a country road, which reminded me of how grateful I am for all the support of this silly little hobby from my friends and family, so then again, perhaps the run was not in vain.
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