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Open Road

I haven't been able to run in quite some time. The last time I did so consistently was in the spring of 2011. I stopped and started a few times over the past couple years and pretty much resigned myself to walking. I love to be outside, and it gives me a great sense of peace but unless I walk a marathon every day it does nothing for the very large butt that seems to be following me around.. "oh is that mine?" Today I had a very familiar feeling as I stepped off the treadmill here in Cincinnati. Endorphins.. Oh yah.. Did it feel like I was running with a small child wrapped around my waist. Yes it did. Did I have to stop and make sure my heart rate was under 180 beats a minute. Of course. But I did it. And it was the beginning. Or the return of the beginning. The next step is to step away from the bread. STEP AWAY FROM THE BREAD. One day soon I'll be jogging on the open road..
Leroy, Texas..
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