I have a strange habit of coming home and wanting to fall back asleep after the early Saturday jaunts in the park. Is it the mileage? Or the temperature? Because tomorrow it's supposed to be ten degrees when I leave my apartment in the morning. Should I wuss out and run in the gym or get all giddy from the shared insanity of runners in Central Park? I shall ponder now. I will let you know how much of a wuss I am soon...
-chel "didn't live in maine once?" "yeah, but you left" o'reilly
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