My legs felt lively as I walked the Hardcastle Loop this morning in 46:21, which surprised me. Yesterday I walked and ran twelve miles, and played nine holes of golf. This evening I walked two miles on the Levy Trail in 32:21.
OVERHEARD
"I'm doing pretty good. At least it's Friday."
—high school boy waiting on a school bus at the corner of 38th and Orange. He was the first emo boy (you know, dressed in all black, with bones and skulls and shit all over his shirt) I have seen smile in the fifteen years or so they've been around
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