Day 163 - Pickle

Pickle is a game. A baseball game.

Two people stand on bases, tossing a ball between themselves. The third tries to steal a base. If they make it, they get a point. If not, they're out and they swap with one of the throwers.

Simple game. My boys love it. Lots of fun.

Until one of the boys is called out when they feel they were safe.

Or a ball ricochets off of a glove and jams a finger.

Or Dad misses a tag and is accused of missing on purpose.

Or the ball goes under the fence and into the neighbor's half-acre of ground cover.

Every game ends with at least one boy stomping off of the yard. Sometimes a glove is thrown.

And 45 minutes later, we're back out there, starting a new game.

And this repeats until it's too dark to see the ball to catch it.

I love summer.

Good running,
Doug

Numbers: 1.4 miles almost entirely on grass. Heels and ankles stiff and sore from a week of running, walking, and standing.