Category: running
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three point two (or when monkeys flew out my butt)
Brace yourselves, people. The following announcement may set some of your worlds off-kilter, spinning crazily out of control. I ran a 5K. That’s right. 3.2 miles. In all previous known history, my response to any suggestion of running as exercise would be, in the immortal words of Steve Sanders: “When monkeys fly out my butt”.…
foible and folly 