Sometimes a plan just comes together. I was happy as a pig in shit to be able to do a race with Karen, especially what would turn out to be her 200th half, so we headed up Florida’s east coast on a road trip to Jacksonville. At first I was a little worried we might have entered a crappy race since it was going to be a hot day and it had sounded like the aid stations might be sparse. Just in case I brought a camelbak with ice water and shared it with my Number 2. In fact it was well supported and took us through a city flush with Oaks and Azaleas from TIAA Bank Field across the river and back for an out and back mostly along riverside where I ran with the Jax Frontrunners earlier in the year. Once back we received a medal and pint glass and we were pooped, so back to Palm Beach County to return my companion and head up to palm coast for Jack’s Trail 50k the next day.