ok, got up, got outta bed, headed to The Line.
Shorts, hooded sweatshirt, gloves. So far so good.
Felt good, glad to get back into the groove. Ran into a semi-familiar face, I'd be goin' one way, her the other. Turns out she was scared to run on The Line @ that hour, which explained why we passed each other @ St.Francis.
She drove from Valley Stream. Like I've always said, The Line is the best practice. People can and should come from everywhere to do it. She confirmed my thoughts-great prep work for Central Park. She's doin' Boston, bless her.
Was feelin' a lil' down, miss my peeps. Then G went and put her in my path. My miracle of the day.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
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