Sweaty Baba

It was 9:00 a.m.  I was all set for a morning workout with my running partner, Baba the Freak.

What I got was the Cannibal's leftovers.

After first doing a 7:00 a.m. run with Clyde, Baba arrived at my doorstep sweaty and disheveled.  He looked more ready for a beer than for a run.

But out the door we went.

For a sweaty guy he was pretty good company.  The miles went by and before I knew it, the run was done.

What a satisfying feeling it is to get your run in for the day (or two runs for some people).

Sunday's Score Card:

One run for me, two for Baba and God knows how many Clyde will get in by the day's end.

Happy Father's Day and Happy Running everyone.