Feets aren't round

What's a wheel? Isn't that cheese? or something you spin and hope your ticker doesn't designate bankrupt?

No biking since early December. I vaugely remember a mental note to "buy the chris king lubricating tool" for that fancy bottom bracket that's barely spun enough to substantiate it's super cost.

Stir Crazy I am. So run i must. It started with a run/walk jaunt along the beach in Isabella, Puerto Rico - where it is sunny and warm, not frozen and icy.

Here is my longest run for 2010 (and 2009 and 2008 and 2007 and 2006):

It was pain, in that good way.
Maybe doors are opening up that were once closed...like adventure racing????
mucho tacos amigos.

Comments

Anonymous said…

Neat map, it had to have been difficult to run those straight lines and then make those sharp turns, what happened in Plantation Park, did you have to 'Whiz?'

:-)

Well feel good that you saved three perfectly good gallons of water by doing so....

Good run.

January 19, 2010 at 9:45 PM

Anonymous said…

Nope feets are flat and take you
where you want to go in life, they
are always with you. More than you
can say about anyone or anything
else in life.

January 22, 2010 at 10:51 PM

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