"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.
That is a long run! I am glad he found his way home.
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