3:54 am. As my eyes open in my mind ring the words"Take care of your back". Like Marley on the door
clammer moaning "Scrooge....Scrooge! Something is turning so wrong, ominous at best. The alarm for 4 sounds, but no movement, except what is going on in that little brain, doubt, fear....what? Common reaction is don't give in to fear, face it, the back is fine. So what? Just once in awhile you figure it is what it is. Nonetheless, after 50+ marathons this is small potato's, yet if the game isn't on what's the point. Still haven't figured this one out, but it was not to be.
11:30am. Here's enjoying what it is for what one's got, even if it's only 10 vs. 26.2.
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