A Mile And A Half On A Bike Takes A Long Time
The odor of old dead raccoons takes a long time to pass you by.
I'm a month behind on my training, so that's not the un-interesting story to tell. (Actually, it's fine, since my first century this summer is not until July, and hopefully, when Fall rolls around I won't get sick or injured like the past 2 years, so when the year's done I still hope to be ahead.)
In a recent compliment fest from a friend I was given high marks in almost all areas of my life, but then this friend added, "But, well, you're not exactly a gifted musician." Too true. But an unrequited love affair is sometimes its own reward, I'd say.
The odor of old dead raccoons takes a long time to pass you by.
I'm a month behind on my training, so that's not the un-interesting story to tell. (Actually, it's fine, since my first century this summer is not until July, and hopefully, when Fall rolls around I won't get sick or injured like the past 2 years, so when the year's done I still hope to be ahead.)
In a recent compliment fest from a friend I was given high marks in almost all areas of my life, but then this friend added, "But, well, you're not exactly a gifted musician." Too true. But an unrequited love affair is sometimes its own reward, I'd say.
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