HAVANA, Ark.—A Hasher named Bill Dobbins and I decided to do the shortest of options at the Mount Magazine Trail Run today, which was seven miles rather than 12 or 18, but we got lost. It took us quite a bit more than three hours to go 9.52 miles (according to Bill's GPS watch). I felt shitty every step of the way. My calves were stiff, my right heel hurt, and my right shoulder is stiff and sore from a pneumonia vaccination someone gave me yesterday afternoon. Afterward I got colder than two motherfuckers waiting for Bill Brass to finish. On the other hand, I was served three wonderful, very greasy cheeseburgers, and on the way home Brass told me some of his memories of the end of World War II and navigating harrowing, nighttime flights in Vietnam. Brass is a good story-teller.
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