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.
Deli sandwich. Hoagie, turkey, pepperoni, mustard, provolone cheese. Bag of fritos. Cup o’ water.
Nothing exciting. I opted not to drink a soda nor eat garbage for a snack. I may have a swiss roll when I get home, or some grapes. Not sure which, yet.
Labels: Not running
posted by El Oso Furioso at
1:58 PM
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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