I'm running somewhere tomorrow. It's going to be beautiful. I can't wait.
How do you keep your feet on the ground, when you know you were born to fly?
42,500 Miles Later
I can't remember what trumped up excuse I gave last year, but I'll be there this year.
The tangents are moot.
Set the bar low. Crawl under it.
Alone or with Cheryl?
The Logic of Long Distance
Beer and Cheryl? I bet JK shows up.
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