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fifty walks, walk eight
I was so tired after my week up north that I struggled through the first week at home, napping daily, going to bed early, and fighting to get in my regularly scheduled runs without slumping into a ditch somewhere. Little doubt that I never made it out for a long walk. The Route The Kid…
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fifty walks, walk four
I’m going to (mostly) skip over the part where the straight face I mentioned in my last walking post re:spring fell and we had another few days of chilling winter weather. Instead, I just jump right into the idle decision that the day had improved enough that I’d just keep walking when I set out…
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panoramic, two: art expedition
I went for a long walk on Friday. I could sense that autumn-proper was ending. I mean, partially this had to do with a coherent ability to look at a calendar and see that as we enter October things tend to sine-wave pretty erratically between bitter cold and the autumn warmth reprise. But in there,…
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Inflatable Summer
December 7 of 31 December-ish posts Following my (un)inflatable winter, when last spring finally rolled around I was able to unpack my inflatable kayak from it’s box, spread it out on my small backyard lawn, and figure out how to work this fabulous new toy that had spent the winter taunting me from my basement storage room. What…
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Little Lives
Sunday Runday, and my morning run (though short) was a fast, local race. Too often I discount and downplay the value of lacing up for a cause that isn’t just another tick on the tally of my own personal achievements. Yet a five kilometer fundraiser race, as far removed as it is from the epic…