Sean was in town over the weekend. We ran three miles around the lake in Wakefield. We were planning six, but we realized it's real tough to have a serious discussion while running, so we cut it off after 3 miles and went for coffee. Sean was nice and let me set the pace so I put it on super crawl speed. Sean could have ran that speed backwards but he was a real good sport.
It was so good to see Sean and his family. The run was good, but tougher than a normal run because I'm not use to talking while I run and i had no music. I have no idea of the time but it was slow.
But who gives a shit about the run. The fucking man of the hour was back in town, and for two hours it was like old times. We talked, we laughed and we made fun of every asshole that we saw. Those two hours could have been in 1987, 1997 or 2007...a great friendship doesn't change.
Seano, great seeing you..Thanks for everything!! your the fucking best!!!!
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