And there's nothin' short of dyin', half as lonesome as the sound, Of the sleepin' city sidewalks, Sunday mornin' comin' down.
Ok...it wasn't that bad but it really sucked. My whole body and my whole mind screamed "STOP" and so I did. It is just too stressfull trying to run in this crap. It's not about the cold, or the snow or the wind...it's just the footing and the motorists. I did 10 km and that was it. And unlike Kris Kristofferson's situation they're were no sidewalks!!
I wsh to dedicate day 123 to old Doc Lawrence who 22 years ago had the sense to send us to London for our Michaels delivery. We celebrated the anniversary of that occassion today.
Happy 22nd Mike...tomorrow!
“Sunday: A day given over by Americans to wishing that they themselves were dead and in Heaven, and that their neighbors were dead and in Hell."---Henry Louis Mencken
love
peter
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