When You’re Out for a Run and You Hear Thunder

Uh oh!

I was finished running about 15 minutes after hearing that thunder. By the time I drove home 5 minutes later, it was starting to rain. It came down in buckets. I’m glad I didn’t get caught in it out on the trail.

Here’s the tail end of the heavy rain:

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Dewpoint

I’m posting this here for my own purposes, so I can get to it whenever I want from wherever I am.

I don’t know where it originated. Someone shared it in a running group on Facebook.

Missionary/Doctor/Clown

From my private journal:

December 26, 1992

My five year-old son (Timothy) told me that he wants to be a missionary/doctor/clown.

A missionary because they tell people about Jesus.

A doctor because they help to make sick people better.

A clown because they make people happy.