So here I am in Cape Giraudeau, Missouri, in a bland hotel among the mallish stuff along the interstate. It didn't seem like great running terrain, especially with the wind whipping like crazy, but I just trudged along a long sting of loading docks and through a car lot and eventually around a big lighting fixtures store, and it was a modest but enjoyable 2.62 miles.
So Missouri becomes my 22nd running state, and also the state with the least mileage among states I've run in. Did you follow that?
My Avatar continued east along Missouri Highway 42. We were running in the same state! He was running to the west of me! Weird.
Audio: Finishing up a Ngaio Marsh mystery.