On my way out the door. My body craves the chance that it may become spiritually connected to the rhythmic thump of my soles against the pavement.
My brain says bed is so much more comfy...
I'll drag my brain along kicking and screaming if I have to.
A quote for the morning, from my uncle Tom: "Running long and hard is an ideal antidepressant because it's hard for you to run and feel sorry for yourself at the same time." - Monte Davis
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