It was a great pace. A fucking awesome pace… I was hauling ass. Paul and I had set out for a run with Harper in the Jogger this afternoon and I took off and didn’t stop to look back. No music. I never run with no music. Only my thoughts and a distinct, almost painful … Continue reading
I’m not sure I’d really want an instruction book for life if one existed. The existence and possession of one would likely serve to only remind me of all the things that I’m failing at or doing wrong. Yet, there are times when having one to reference would, at the very least, be helpful. Not too much gets me flustered, but … Continue reading
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