What to do? I don't have any questions, nor criticisms (that are pressing). No one seems to warrant a bonafide atta-boy; I mean, all right, if the blarney is true and you really can sing "musha ringum duram da" whilst skipping throughst the moors without twisting any bits, then kudos indeed. But barring any ticklish inspiration, I know how much rest I need, when my shoes fit, what food is gastro-intestinally compatible with long runs, and how to stop an iPod from jiggling (should I ever be so boring as to get one). So what am I doing here? I should be revising my spreadsheet to graph minor blood pressure variations vs. mileage? How about a race report? "Clouds loomed as dawn broke. Having left early to avoid the Sunday morning rush hour, we found ourselves early. Happily we had coffee which ..." Aw [censored] it. Shove it the lot of you!
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What to do? I don't have any questions, nor criticisms (that are pressing). No one seems to warrant a bonafide atta-boy; I mean, all right, if the blarney is true and you really can sing "musha ringum duram da" whilst skipping throughst the moors without twisting any bits, then kudos indeed. But barring any ticklish inspiration, I know how much rest I need, when my shoes fit, what food is gastro-intestinally compatible with long runs, and how to stop an iPod from jiggling (should I ever be so boring as to get one). So what am I doing here? I should be revising my spreadsheet to graph minor blood pressure variations vs. mileage? How about a race report? "Clouds loomed as dawn broke. Having left early to avoid the Sunday morning rush hour, we found ourselves early. Happily we had coffee which ..." Aw [censored] it. Shove it the lot of you!
Smurf --
My my, someone's perched firmly on their butt plug today, aren't you?
