how's your putin???

St.Francis. WAS gonna run with the club, but those friggin' peeps talk too goddamned much. When I set to run @ 9, that's NOT 9:01.

COLD!!! But @ this point, used to it. Longs, gloves, t-shirt and hooded sweatshirt-the unabomber look.

Got to chat with Pret, reconnected, soul @ ease. yesterday was tough.

Stopped by the job, they were taking down some stuff, among which was this gem from the 2004 marathon (printed on a billboard by Nike)

"Run Like You Devoured The Big Apple: ...and man was it sweet. Sweaty. Salty. Bitter. But sweet. Run like you can still taste it. How Staten Island was ripe and delicious. How the Bronx was rotten. How you couldn't feel your legs in Manhattan, but kept chewing apart the pavement. Remember when you thought you couldn't make it, but the crowds gave you a big juicy shot of adrenaline. And bam. You did it. Because this was your race. Your city. Your apple to eat. And you bit that baby right down to the core. The core of your sanity. The core of your well-trained heart. Enjoy it. Savor it. But save some room for next year. Run like the city."

Wow eh?

...home, home on the range.................