No, we weren’t lightning fast. It was a lightning run because we almost got hit by lightning. Four times. Bright, crackling, close by lightning. After the first scare we turned around but had 3 more our way back to our cars. We still managed over 4 miles but were scheduled to do 9. Lightning is no joke, especially in Florida. Safety first, folks.
So much for my bright new clean shoes. Thanks, Isaac. This is my soaking wet not impressed face. And yes, I think that is yesterday’s mascara running down out of my eyes.