The alarm went off at 4:15 this morning, but was unnecessary; I was already awake. Any calmness that I had earlier in the week is completely gone. I’m nervous as shit. Trying not to be. I’m sitting in a bathrobe looking out onto a sleeping Philadelphia, listening to Chevelle and trying to [...]
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I had a somewhat sad realization this morning as I was on my way home from my run: Nothing in the rest of my day is going to be as good as that was. I’m not expecting a particularly bad day or anything, it’s just that runs are almost always the highlight of my [...] This addiction to running that they speak of is no joke. I’m fiending for a hit. But, no, I can’t go running now. I have to wait until the morning. You would think that this morning’s run would have cured the itch — a total of eight miles with six sub-3-minute (a couple seriously sub-3-minute) [...] |
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