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way (yeah like stoked. or storybook) cold out. first hour was about 9.5 miles, last 3.5 was just going to be 7:30s, go borred \and started running 6 min intervals to get off the awful, whiny, wheezy rubber filled monster. jesus christ. the treadmill is going to provide speed or injury. it is a coinflip which. beers with allie afterwords at Chatterbox. was going to do another 6, but what of it. free house tomorrow, so can get back on schedule (shhhhhedule or sheddddule or timecard, it doesn't matter). what about free range chickens? or scofflaws? or sally john joe? or jerry bee berry or sorry mcsorry. or kelly joe? or jimmy jam? I don't know. jerry-rig the jazz laden laughter with sounds of sorry children. that's it.