If a 4-year old calls a dryer a dryer, what does he call a washing machine? A “Wetter” of course.
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I love the fact that it’s fucking hard. The best man always wins.
Knob and I aren’t so close anymore. Oh, we’re still acquainted, but not intimate as before. Thus, this.
Only 39 miles last week. Seventeen miles up and down Mt. Bonnell the previous Saturday, after two hard 70 mile weeks, left my hamstring and knee tender as a teenager’s heart. Tried 800s on Thursday and had to [...]
Somebody asked. I answered. “Life is good, family is great, I run a lot, my job is terrible. That’s about it in a nutshell.”
4×1200, solo during lunch, at a park near my house today. Disappointing, averaged 4:04, spent too much effort.
Eight Spring Creek repeats on Tuesday, felt strong.
17 miles on Sunday. 5 warm up, 5 [...]