Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Dallas' Accidental Half-Marathon


"Where is Dallas?" we wondered aloud. "He sure has been gone a long time . . . ."

About two hours after he left the house to go running, he came inside, drenched in sweat and smiling. Turns out he was a little bit lost. Lost in that the only roads he knew in Peachtree City were the bigger highways.

13.3 miles of them.

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