i'll admit it ...
i do NOT like being held hostage. forget the stockholm syndrome, patty hearst, et al. when i want my sunday morning petit dejeuner, a silly little 26.2 mile run is not going to deter me! marathon, sssshhhhmarathon. café gitanes beckons with promises of a much less strenuous workout, but one which provides all the necessary endorphins to get the juices flowing!
sunday mornings are made for lolling, not sprinting! personally, i like the fashion statement - a big number on your chest ... yah, i could go for that.
good luck to the runners, and to those of us making our way downtown in spite of you!
h
sunday mornings are made for lolling, not sprinting! personally, i like the fashion statement - a big number on your chest ... yah, i could go for that.
good luck to the runners, and to those of us making our way downtown in spite of you!
h
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