So I was essentially dragged to Bryn Mawr to run a workout with a running club where I didn't know anyone. My dad recruited us and I don't know why we agreed. I haven't wanted to workout in 3 weeks and I'm practically retired from running. And I got my butt kicked by old guys in short-shorts. Humbling, to say the least. The heat and humidity and the evening time worked against me and I struggled through the workout. But the definite coolest part was the atmosphere. Here was a huge group of relative strangers, brought together by a common (crazy) activity. People were introducing themselves and talking about whatever came to mind. And not to mention the awesome-looking sky afterwards. Will I go back? You can never say never.
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