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Don't Call it a Comeback

It's just visiting, really.  While I'm in San Angelo searching for running partners, I'm not about to forget about the San Antonians that I've run with over the past couple of years.  That said, every time I get a chance to run with them, I'm going to take it.  This weekend we have a birthday party on Saturday night.  For sure, I'm going to crawl out of bed at 0600 the next morning to run through my favorite spot in San Antonio.  Especially since, you know, Anne invited so many people to come with us and Ryan would probably mope around for a few weeks if I didn't.  I'm starting this post Saturday morning while still in San Angelo.  Mila's doing her ab workout, I'm doing push ups every 15 minutes, drinking San Angelo coffee (Longhorncoffee.net, really good stuff you guys) from a mug made by a local artist, and watching the Poland vs Switzerland match go into OT.  All that, and I'm excited about getting up stupid early on a Sunday and sweating.  I'm imagining I'll carry my camera around and take as many candid pics as I can, hopefully catching people making ridiculous faces.
Well... I didn't take as many pictures as I expected.  Being the person taking pictures was never my thing and we were back in the swing of things - just wouldn't feel right.  There were really only a couple of differences between today and any average Sunday 2014- April 2016.  Ryan and I didn't run together because I'm going a bit slower right now.  And, I WASN'T the last person to show up!  I was actually nearly on time!  They let me pick the spot and I went with the Pearl, one of my favorite San Antonio running spots.  After 3-8 very sweaty miles (Andrea and I went for just over 4) we went out for breakfast, like usual.  It felt all comfortable and like I hadn't ever really left.  It was reassuring after having problems finding consistent training partners here in San Angelo, thanks guys!
Of course they had to "tinkle" together

pre-run route brief

Tried to get a pic of the people behind me and... this is what it ended up being

Creeping on Terri and Anne

On another note, we came back tonight and our apartment STILL smells like shrimp.  It's awful!
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