it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken

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Well, I set my alarm for five, decided when it went off that it was already 75 degrees and I needed more sleep more than I needed to get out of the house, and went back to bed for another hour and a half. And then I went for a run, in 79 degrees with 78% humidity, and air quality crappy enough that I was having some trouble finding an unbonded oxygen molecule. Bleg. Now I am dripping grossness.

But I made two miles, barely, and my cardiopulmonary system seems to have figured out that it can keep breathing while I run a mile. On the way back, though, I only ran about half of it and walked the rest. The only reason I had the motivation to drag myself out there at all was because I remembered that today was the day I pass the doors to Moria.

And so I did. I am now 1.6 miles inside the mines. No sign yet of cave trolls.

121.4 miles to Lothlorien.

And now I have to go get cleaned up so I may venture forth and do what must be done today.
Tags: get out in the park, walking to mordor bakson

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