Copy and paste for those who don't like keyboard shortcuts like me. 4.5 miles along the "trail" near the "creek" past the site of my ignominious squatting...Today I felt slow. Especially when some dooood came up behind me and smoked me, then stopped, took off his shoe, started a fire, had a barbeque, invited some friends, danced the night away, cleaned up, put his shoe back on and continued running, all before I caught up with him. You know, at least the shoe part. Time was slow 51? Running with my doooods is the best. I think I should run all my miles with them. This time I was an American prisoner and they were the Redcoats. When I said I wouldn't desert and join the British army they just shot me. lol.
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