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Sunday, January 22, 2012

 

Training Again

Day 4: put on new trail running shoes. Walk .7 miles to Trader Joe's to buy wine. Walk home. Drink wine.
Day 5: shit. I am really going to have to start running aren't I?
63 days to go.

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I dunno, it might be better to sneak up on the day so your body doesn't freak out and rebel. Mine would
 
Walk .7 miles to Trader Joe's to buy wine. Walk home. Drink wine.

Racy! Let me know if you need to employ a personal trainer.
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I am really going to have to start running aren't I?

Any mean dogs in the neighborhood to help motivate you?
 
...walk back to Trader Joe's, buy some of those yummy chocolate covered fruits, walk home....
 
...walk back to Trader Joe's, buy some of those yummy chocolate covered fruits, walk home....
 
I think Von has the munchies.
 
Walk .7 miles to Trader Joe's to buy wine. Walk home. Drink wine.

Our corner store is like 400 feet away.

The full-fledged liquor store is 2 1/2 blocks. .3 miles.
 
we have to walk like three blocks to get to a bar.
 
Our corner store is like 400 feet away.

The full-fledged liquor store is 2 1/2 blocks. .3 miles.


it's like I live in the exurbs or something
 
we have to walk like three blocks to get to a bar.

same. downhill going, uphill coming back
 
It used to be shorter, but corner bars are a dying breed in milwaukee.
 
Everything is uphill in San Francisco.
 
I have to write teh iPhone App that automatically figures the distance and shortest route to alcohol from wherever you are.

You guys would pay 99 cents for that, right?
 
I can't figure out how to get it to inventory your own liquor cabinet though.
 
I want the app that tells you where the happy hour specials near you are.
 
You should probably memorize them, K.
 
Kim and I once jogged from Pepper Canyon to the gas station for cigarettes. We wore our running apparel and everything. Each of us jogged back to our apartment with a pack of cigarettes in hand. I don't remember if we took off our workout garb before we starting drinking and smoking on the slab. Oh, college.
 
Classic
 
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