Does it matter? No. I know that. It doesn't bother me, much. But I suppose it has to be done. Something has to be said... even if it is just screaming at the wind.
Bom diga dom da bom bom a boogie.
Drop wit da woogie and ziggy wiggy doogie…
--dork version of Kid Rock.
I’m finding my self getting somewhat pumped about tomorrow afternoon and Saturday.
I so love being back in the saddle. It may be just the push I need to knock down that 4 hour marathon.
Labels: Not running
posted by El Oso Furioso at
11:06 AM
Hm... I have an X AND a Y chromosome. How much less specific can I get? Not much. I started blogging leading up to my first attempted marathon in 2005 and haven't stopped. Since then the topic of the running blog has strayed around the idea of running and chronicled my journey through training for my second attempted and first completed marathon in 2006. In 2007 I opted to be a dad rather than a marathoner, and now I am typing a profile into blogger. That pretty much catches you up with what you need to be caught up on.
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