Around the practice field in the early afternoon. 50 walking lunges and a little bit of core.
I felt fine, but out of shape. No problems with my feet or with other nice parts of my body.
There once was a runner named Mark
Who created this blog on a lark
Its topic depends
But it only subtends
One tenth of a second of arc
Around the practice field in the early afternoon. 50 walking lunges and a little bit of core.
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2 comments:
When I read your blog for the first time in months and see that you've written a rare post today I feel we still communicate in a way that doesn't need words.
The other morning the grass was glazed with frost. A black bunny emerged from its hole, saw its own shadow, hopped up to me and gnawed at a frozed dog turd. In that moment I thought only of you.
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