Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Easy Run. Thirty-Five Minutes. Fort Boise.

Today is an easy run; not is spirit but in form.  I'm not supposed to bring the pace up.  I'm not supposed to go too far.  There's a problem I've had.  Going too far. Going too fast--chasing the shadow of a future self.  He calls back, "I've never been certain of the anachronistic definition.  Some days just aren't that good." I know his type and refuse his jest.   Today is an easy day, I'm going to chase it.

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