I did a ten miler this morning. The rumbling started with about a mile and a half to go. I was in the woods, but with sleet and freezing rain, it was way too cold to drop trow, so I just kept running. I made it to the hotel and made a Fuegotian dash through the front lobby, down the hall and into the arms of my white porcelain friend. And once again, life was good.
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