Guess who’s back. Back again. Jogger’s back. Tell yer friends.
Where I’m at. Right now. Head, shoulders, gimpy knees and toes.
No exercise makes for a very unhappy Jogger.
I wasn’t sure how my body would handle the post-marathon healing process, but things seem to be going pretty well…Except…
The good, the bad, and the dead rats. There were a lot of dead rats.
So much to tell you, but first I must eat. Priorities.
I’ll do almost anything for cookies. I’ll even run 26.2 miles.
Reality is setting in. TWENTY SIX miles? Really?
I hate chapped lips. Help!
The Jogger can still jog. Life is still beautiful!
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