But the Tonganoxie split is apparently still in action, and we're part of it. The radar is sobering. Huge clumps of thick clouds with serious punch into the scary oranges and reds heeding an invisible border around the town. Occasionally we get a wimpy green straggler wander over and spit a few times before rejoining the herd.
So it's been drizzling on and off, and I'm sparing some strength for a (hilly, of course) long run tomorrow, if possible: 7 miles in 75 minutes on the treadmill today.
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