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Running through the woods and over uneven terrain not only provides the benefit of aerobic and brief anaerobic exercise, it also develops and maintains quickness and agility. That's true for the simple reason that downhill sections over roots, logs, depressions and rocks whilst moving at 8 or 9 miles per hour absolutely requires focus and coordination if one is to avoid very painful and bloody falls or faceplants.


Anybody who runs across similar terrain eventually comes to realize that, for purposes of identifying obstacles on the ground, it's much better to run in the early morning or late afternoon when the sun is at the low altitude that produces the longest shadows and heightens contrast. Running at midday increases the risk that one will have to explain bleeding knees and elbows; there's the inconvenience of slow-healing wounds to the knees that tend to leach through long trousers. Lastly, many are aghast or greatly puzzled by the sight of a grown man with scabbed knees.


Ain't the smell of fresh straw just delightful?


 
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Sometimes I really feel like I could use someone with whom to talk about life and living; I just don't want to put forth the effort to build a relationship.
 
Sometimes I really feel like I could use someone with whom to talk about life and living; I just don't want to put forth the effort to build a relationship.

For some reason, this made me smile.

Life and Living are all about Relationships.

Relationships on the other hand are all about people.
 
Woohoo! Last night I qualified for a poker tournament in Vegas in November! My father had already won his way into it a few months ago, so he was paying for all of us in the family to fly out there anyway. So now I have something cheap and fun to do while out there! :D

I just wish I had won instead of just qualifying. There was a $50 gift card and a nifty medallion at stake, but I couldn't do better than 2nd place for the second tournament in a row...
 
Y'all are a dadburned bucket o' hornswoggled, hooch-swillin', pansy-assed weenie whippers! Ah'd horse whip the lotta ya, iff'n ah hads me a hoss.
 


After all these years of running, I'm still waiting for the answer to the question I'd pose to myself whilst running fifteen years ago: what's going to wear out first— my knees, my legs or my lungs?


 
I don't know how much more of this I can take without running out the door screaming obscenities at anything I see.
 


On Printed Books


My hard copy is forever. No charging or batteries are or will ever be required. Notes, annotations and highlights are permanent. It is easily transportable and is completely insensitive to ambient environmental conditions. I always know exactly where On The Road can be found; it's on the shelf right next to Gerald Nicosia's acclaimed Memory Babe: A Critical Biography of Jack Kerouac. No additional payments will ever be necessary. No upgrades will be required; there will be no new file types. There will be no obsolescence. My copy is easily lent to trustworthy friends and will be passed on to my heirs.




 


There are not many places in this world where you can decide at 12:36 p.m. that you want to go for a bicycle ride and then be on a bike path that runs through forested glades, horse country, and fields of maize at 1:19.


That's 43 minutes from idea to pedaling ( and 34 minutes to get home). Me arse starts to protest at 17 miles. I sure do like the smell of horshit and leather. There ain't a whole lot that's wrong with the smell of pine trees in summer, either— and pungent woodsmoke always brings back memories.


In an hour, it's possible to be on the boat in one of the world's best cruising grounds.


Unfortunately, too many people have figured this out. There are now essentially 2½ people here for every one who was here when I was born. I hate all these people; they've wrecked the place. Naturally, most of 'em don't even know what they've destroyed.




Not bad—
21.6 miles in 1 hour and 43 minutes or a 12.58 MPH average.




 
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Have you considered the aw, fuck it thread? ;)

My diatribe for curses would have been too impromptu for the real world. I was beyond blowing off steam over the internet. I appear to be getting a reprieve from stupidity for a few hours though, so maybe it won't be required of me to pop like a shaken up canister of nitroglycerine.
 
The selection of women on OK Cupid keeps getting more and more unattractive by the week...
 
First I dreamed that I had my own place.
Then I dreamed that it was tore down for a woman to find her ring.
The next thing I know we are chatting, and she is finding any excuse not to leave my company.
All of a sudden I am kissing her, and she is kissing me back.
And then the inevitable happens and I wake up :(
 
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