The Brink Of Disaster

"The tiger in my tank/ is going to go extinct/ And I'm not feelin' so good myself/ I think I'm on the brink of disaster!"

At last! My own little corner of dysfunction and ranting available whenever and wherever you choose. And yes, it is all about me.

Tuesday, January 13, 2004

My Body Remembered

2.2 mi, 21.00.97, 7 degrees centigrade (windchill 4 degrees), 53% relative humidity.

Ran constantly, i.e. no walking. I'm not really happy with my pace, but it seems my body's begun to remember how to do this running thing. Feeling strangely fine.

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