I read To Kill a Mockingbird on my vacation. Great book.
I ran 7.5 miles this morning. It's so dark already in the morning? It was pitch black when I started out...and foggy. As I ran past a dim light at the park a bat swept down past me, completely silent, making it's presence known by fluttered a bit in front of me in the foggy ill light. Yikes. Creepy. I started thinking that this is exactly the type of running weather Boo Radley would prefer.
Yesterday I swam 2,200 yards. Did two hard 800 yards swims all out. Rode into work yesterday in a heavy fog and lived to write about it. 18 miles.
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