Happy Birthday!
54 years old. Come in, I'd hung my marathon bibs in the kitchen, gone. Figures. An actual accomplishment, in the garbage. As he sits and stays high, and It lifts not a finger. But It has the closet. Friggin' psycho. I can move my stuff, but It'll still be nuts. Good thing it teaches religion (?).
Did the half, great way to celebrate a birthday. Did well for the first 6.5, then well...suffice to say I didn't break 2 hours (my dream). Yes, hadda take walk breaks, but yes, I also was in the 50%. Nice.
Later in the evening, a birthday cake and stratch off tickets. I was touched and surprised.
Monday, October 7, 2013
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