I know, it’s just Night Out, but it was Ballard I was running through huffing and puffing and sweating while everyone grilled up some goodies. I run in the evening. I was waiting for it to cool down a bit. I went out about 6:30 p.m. and weaved through dozens of Night Our block parties, missing my own block’s party, because I need to run. I have to run. I can’t make excuses. So that pink haired girl sweating like a hog as she ran through your block party would have liked a smile at least. Oh well, I got my running in. Poorly. It was not a good run, either physically or mentally. Tomorrow is another day!
