To Clean The Nipples, Just Squeeze Them

Ugghhh. It's amazing how fast Tuesday morning seems to follow Monday night on some weeks. It's like there is barely a day in between the two? Since Tuesday snuck up on me, again, you get a quickly thrown together post.

It will not feel like September tonight with temperatures still in the low 80s at TRY time. In fact, the weather.com forecast has highs into the 80s all the way through next Tuesday! (Who wants a late September pool afternoon? Maybe we'll have to set that up with this late burst of warm weather.)

Sort of running related:
A couple family members came down for the Inner Harbor 5K, so I got to witness that and was surprised by how small it was. I think there were 200 or so runners (cannot find the results yet to confirm). As part of the Syrathon series I expected at least twice that! But, you can skip a couple of the 5K events and still complete the series, so this must be a very skippable one or Syrathon must not be a very big deal nowadays? It was very family friendly (it supports "It's About Childhood & Family, Inc") with Scooch and Otto and a bounce house and hula hoops...and information and giveaways that skewed young. So, it seems to have a nice niche going for it, but I guess catering to kids doesn't necessarily bring in families? The shorter run was a 2K, so not exactly an easy distance for younger kids so they may be hurting themselves with that? My overall takeaway was that it seemed really small for a Syrathon race.

NOT at all running related:
TRY Night at the Fair was last night and, just as you would expect, it got hawkward!


There were overworked beavers.



(Uh-oh, my baby bump is showing!)

There were silly farm animals.



And we all found reasons to "heart" NY.



(By the way, I cannot be the only person who reads that logo as "I heart nigh", can I? Does anyone else do that?)

Other than that we saw some motorboating piglets and learned some things about nipples and shower heads. The gruff German, for some reason, treated Matt like Poland, circa 1939, (the invasion started on September 1st...so maybe he was having flashbacks on the eve of the anniversary?!), and we shared a Defibrillator...which was interesting and good enough (not great) but sadly was not as battered as I assumed it would be. From that food stand I figured deep fried implied battered AND deep fried, but most of it was simply deep fried.