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.
Ham, turkey, pepperoni sammich with provolone, cheddar, and mustard.
Yum.
Fritos on the side, water chaser.
My tomatoes will be ripe pretty soon, so I’ll be able to add some organics to lunches soon enough.
No snacks.
Had another tall cup of tea, though. I’ll probably have a Cliff bar when I get home to tide me over to a late dinner—which will likely be left over chicken parmesan.
Labels: Not running
posted by El Oso Furioso at
4:17 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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