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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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weekend wrap, fifteen
Writing a weekend wrap on a Monday morning is very much a shakeout ritual. You see me posting some low-stakes content here summing up my random acts of nothing much on the opening day of a new week and wonder what’s the point, but getting back into the business of productive writing after a few
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going streaking
I hear you. Four runs is hardly a streak. But every streak has gotta start somewhere, right? I do my best training in the shoulder seasons: spring and autumn are seasons of inspirational motivation. Neither too hot nor too cold. The expectations of obligations are shifting. Races are tapering into short distances in the autumn,
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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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weekend wrap, thirteen
Oh, lucky. Here we are on another Monday morning perched in front of a keyboard as summer wanes. The Kid was lamenting that her first post-grade-school summer flew by in a blur of summer job and a smattering of friend gatherings which seemed as tho it cheated her a little. Get used to it, I