After an emotional funeral, I needed a run. I needed more than the fields around our house. Brad. My running itself could have been better (GI stuff still acting up), but the run was just what I needed it to be. I smiled at the mud. I cheered the bits of new green. I talked to Brad. He's such a good listener.
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| the ice was texture so not slippery |
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| no way around wet feet |
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