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I know, I know, three posts in two days?  Does she think we really like her that much?  I know you do, so it's ok.

I pulled a double yesterday, worked out at Curves and did the outermost loop at Deibert Park.  Don't be sad I didn't invite any of you, it was spontaneous.  Truthfully, I'm going to start walking there once a week with a friend, and I needed to make sure I could do at least 1/4 of it without dying.  This post is a testament to my survival.  Either that or I'm writing this posthumously, in which case you're all wondering where you put that copy of "Zombie Apocalypse Survival 101" you got as a dirty Santa gift.  No, I survived just fine.  Better than that, I actually did some running.

Read it again, it wasn't a typo.  Now, this wasn't Usain Bolt running, but more like Forest Gump trying to break free of his leg braces in that iconic scene.  Sorta like this: 

(It's an oldie, but a goodie.)

Let me clarify that I only ran on the parts of the trail completely enclosed with trees so that no other human could see me.  Running out in the open in front of Cox Creek would have led to the increased possibility of having the following conversation:

           Someone, "I was driving down Cox Creek today and thought I saw you running at Deibert."

           Me, "Heck naw, that was some other girl with a Sir-Mix-a-Lot inspired body making a
           fool of herself in a public place."

I just couldn't let that happen.

It was a big moment for me.  I'm ready to do it again, my legs aren't so sure.

One day until A-town!  We're going to get rained on so much at the game Saturday, but it'll be so worth it!

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