He was probably just wanting to shoot a couple of birdies, what’s the big deal?
Armed man arrested at Trump's golf course in California, authorities say
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He was probably just wanting to shoot a couple of birdies, what’s the big deal?
Armed man arrested at Trump's golf course in California, authorities say
Various acacia trees are now in bloom, a good reason to slow down on the trail, and keep close to a waddle (wattle) pace. Also, the path is a slippery customer after the rain.
If you can go for a run… go for a run. The run won’t fix what’s broken but it will help you. The run won’t heal all the wounds or solve all the problems but it will help you. And we need you… to help do all the things that running can’t do. This is about running. This is not about running.
The contentment of a ten mile run lasts longer the earlier you start.
An 8 mile lunchtime run to welcome the last month of winter. The clear sky made for overnight frost but crystal blue daytime.
Completed Run-22 to cap off a high volume month, taking comfort in fact that if you are crazy enough to run this often then you are not crazy, according to J Heller’s seminal work.
My biggest disappointment with the odyssey is that I distinctly remember that in the book the character was called mister sigh clops and was a sad horse and now it’s presented as just another big one-eyed guy.
Reached the target of a hundred miles run for the month with a couple of days to spare, didn’t trust the blue sky days to last. Philosophy for life.
Racked up another 10 km just now, while listening to a podcast on codependent behaviours and hoping my running style was pleasing to the assorted dog walkers, stragglers and other ne’erdowells that passed by.
Ran a whole 8 miles today, to respect the rhymes of Marshall Bruce Mathers, and also to haul the monthly total into sight of the 100 mile target.
Run Course Re-routed Up And Over Imposing Ridgeline By Swollen Watercourse Much To Chagrin Of Visiting Area Man.
Snuck in a five miler before dark, but now will need another warm up in the shower, having finished colder than I started. I had sorted the apparel straight after lunch, when there was some sun giving an illusion of warmth to counter the chill, only to be delayed time and again.
Snacked on an heirloom tangelo grown in the backyard. Sweeter than a lemon, more sour than an orange. Can recommend. Would eat again.
Short run at dusk, facing into a cool glare, the remnants of the last rays of winter sun that had snuck past the gloom, only to be tempered by the chill air. Above the canopy, a single eucalyptus glowed, other worldly like a slide projected onto the forest’s shadow.
Girl, are you the shapeless winds that howl through the trees as I struggle to maintain a tempo pace on a winter’s afternoon, cause you’re giving me chills
Massive tariffs incoming for Belgian beer and chocolate #worldcup
Today’s 10km run came in at 14.3km what with inflation and me getting lost on what I thought was an out and back but was really an out and out.
Won’t be surprised if Egypt have all but resolved the Mo Salah hamstring issues ahead of this Socceroos match, they have world’s best Cairo-practors at their beck and call.
I’m hosting a gender reveal party this weekend, I figure it’s a suitable time with a low risk of error, since said child is turning 25 on Tuesday. Appreciate any tips others have on how to stylistically represent CookieMonster gender these days in a manner that is not carbohydrate normative.
I am sugar and spice and all things nice, but I’m out of sugar at the moment and am also running low in the all things nice department. I do have a surfeit of spice though.
Although this rings true for me, it is *very* unusual for a practitioner of CrossFit to admit they do CrossFit, so I naturally have suspicions that this could be fake. 🧐 But, perhaps try swimming anyway, you could get both your exercise and sense of porpoise quotas met at the same time. 🐬
Summary of new research on aging well: you need exercise and a sense of purpose. For example, my exercise is CrossFit and my sense of purpose is driving the oil and gas industry from the face of the earth so I am crushing life at 66. www.washingtonpost.com/lifestyle/20...
Finished today’s run with 500km on the nose on my YTD odo(ur)meter. Not obsessive compulsive, more lazy than crazy.
I finally read something today that helped me make some sense of the whole AI zeitgeist. It’s that AI stands for Actual Insanity.
Completed my 26th parkrun today. Celebrating this milestone as I imagine the 26th iteration of something rarely gets the love. But feel I am at the point where the early infatuation has waned, only for a steady and dependable commitment to kick in.
What better way to welcome winter than with a 14 mile run, waved at everyone along the path today but all it yielded were cold fingers. General mood out there was grim.
Back to the trail for this week’s 10km run, a little slower with dodging of walkers, a detour around a nature study group and the ups and downs along the course.
FWIW, regular ecologists are on the fence about it.
Thanks, Google. (My search was for "toilet paper Australia podcast")
10km on a running track, a few minutes under my target time, given the flatter and faster surface, although the repetitive lapping made the minutes go slower.
Nine miles run today, steady pace, very quiet on the trail, in terms of others and also sounds since I have been raw dogging* it since I lost my earbuds a month back.