We ended up back at the random parking lot. We were all dripping sweat. I am usually not a big sweater but my shorts were wringing wet by the end of this run. Humidity is such a wonderful thing. I played taxi back to the start line and on the second trip squeezed seven people plus coolers and bags into my CR-V. Cozy! Crazy for a Saturday? Not to me, maybe to others.
This morning, I woke up early again to run and walk my dogs before heading up to the shelter. Here, I loaded two dogs into the car and took another four in the shelter's van which my husband agreed to drive. It seems he did not think I'd be a stellar driver of a large cargo van. Whatever. We drove over to the rail trail where once again we had more people than dogs (which actually works out well because sometimes extra hands are needed depending on when people leave). A bunch of people willing to give up their Sunday morning to run with a bunch of hounds and pit bulls. Crazy for a Sunday morning? Not to me but maybe to others. The dogs covered 29 miles collectively. I'd call it success.
Also, this guy may be my new favorite running buddy.