3rd Running Log (RL): 60 yds from tree to tree, raced my daughter, full on speed same as slow (petal to the metal, nothing), still bouncing with laughter. She loved it, won by a mile.
Reminded me of walking on meds: open throttle, slow shuffle, thick molasses, no change, ever. Only now the speed limit has doubled (maybe tripled) to a gentle jog and I'm laughing (big difference). So this is one month free. Alright.
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See, you are doing it, the moon flying mission already : )
Careful, ample... before you know it, you're going to be criss-crossing the country like Forest Gump! :)
I'm glad your bouncing back so well.
C
How fast time flies now that you're done treatment - I can't believe it's been a month for you.
Run, Ample, Run!
I already got the Gump look, all gangly, wobbly, arms flapping when I run, hilarious..... all that grinning really adds to the effect as well... gonna be one slow marathon though!! :)
Ample, I can see your Blog quickly turning into a running Blog;)
Now there is an idea:)
So perhaps having our health stolen is the worst (well one of the worst) torments we can ever go thru. But then, having it RETURNED to us, is the greatest gift (of life!) we can ever ever ever receive. (Is that why we love such fiery gods?)
;)
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