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head over feets, nine
Training is whatever you make of it. I’m sure there are some strict rules for pros and people with hard core goals, but for a guy pushing fifty who’s been doing this running thing for nearly two decades, I’m still just making it up. I mention this because one of my current run crew pals
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head over feets, eight
I dug into the early week with an afternoon five klick run on Tuesday, squeezing in a neighbourhood lap before dinner time. I figured I’d get it out of the way and have my evening free and clear. It worked. Wednesday was the usual Run Club meetup, and so I went to the drop in
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head over feets, seven
With the pool closed now, I have been a couple of things fitness-wise, frazzled and lazy. I mean, it is going to take me a couple solid weeks to find a rhythm and routine again, and one of those fail points is definitely reared up as my lack of logging of everything here. Yeah, I
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head over feets, six
Unfortunately, my inclination to stay active is frustrated routinely by the effects of mental clutter that has me fomo’ing a blur of professional and personal obligations. That’s to say, I’d go out for a run were I not feeling like I was waiting for the phone to ring or an email to arrive or nudging
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head over feets, five
Early August has been a mixed bag for me. I’d like to blame the weather—hot as it has been—but there are other factors and life is just futzing along being adversarial to my side-goals. Either way, I managed to get out and do a bit of activity, like: I had this idea that now that