My run last night was scrubbed in favor of a meandoring walk through a corn maze. Turns out that if you're a farmer, you make more money cutting a maze into your cornfield and charging people to get lost than you do harvesting the corn to sell. I went through it twice. The second time was to find three eleven years olds that are way to cool to stay with their parents and way to smart to need any help. I can't help but think this belongs in the running log somehow.