A Mile or More in My [Running] Shoes
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house of the rising sun | the white buffalo with the forest rangers.
there have been many a cover of this classic but damn — jake smith’s...
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I seriously started to cry when I opened this.
George is my Grandfather. He died of cancer when I was young. He was a total bad ass Texan - an old...
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I’m THIS excited to be in snow. My Canadian family is inside by the fire and this Aussie is frolicking amongst the fluffy stuff. I know, I’m such a...
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My new mate #snowman #aussieincanada (Taken with instagram)
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2/24 - inside your bathroom cabinet
When you live in a studio apartment, space is a commodity.
Today’s 8-9 miles are in jeopardy after yesterday’s spill in Central Park.
While rounding a corner yesterday, I wiped out and landed on my right side. It also happened to be in an embarrassingly crowded spot. With all of the snow, families had come out in droves to sled down a few of the park’s snowy hills. I was lucky enough to bite it in front of one of the more crowded hills. I left Central Park after 2 miles with a tender, bruised hip and a bruised ego. I iced yesterday and felt confident that today’s run, while slower and more cautious, would still happen.
Now, I’m not so sure. I feel very stiff this morning and my bruised thigh has changed from the gray blue of a fresh bruise to an angry-looking purple and black and my hipbone looks a bit red and swollen. (hotttt) So, needless to say, today’s run has been put on hold.
