The journey of a diabetic middle aged ex-junky to the shores of Cozumel to compete in an inaugural ironman.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Instant Gratification
On my way to meet my group for running I stopped to get a coffee. The girl at the counter asked me what I was doing out on such a cold night. I told her I was killing time before I went running. She said I was crazy in a tough, good way. Training has its props.
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