219 | Reebok Floatzig, Dirty Crab Cakes, Wrecked iPhones

We're in the Bermuda Triangle of our run seasons. Meg's disoriented with no race goals on the horizon. Gravity may be on strike. Bodies and iPhones are breaking down left and right. Somewhere in there, Christmas happened. And we also ran in the Reebok Floatzig and were surprised at how much we enjoyed it.