The North Field has officially become a piece of crap. It is all hard and dead and nasty. Seriously, it was so bad that for I second I thought I was running not on the North Field but on in your mother's barren womb. Then I realized it wasn't acidic enough for that.
So Kiesz, Dennis and I switch to the South field, then I did some weights and pondered "Schrodinger's Jesus" (he's in the tomb, but is he dead or alive? we just don't know)
Sunday March 23 (SFTC)
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