The Crick Last Night

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Well, it’s official: I am now fully committed to throwing on my yoga pants, t-shirt, and gravel-mangled tennis shoes on an almost nightly basis and setting off for what turns out to be a 3 to 4 mile walk/run/but mostly walk. I breath, pant, sweat, grunt, talk to the dogs, commune with the cows, hang with the horses, and just enjoy the overall satisfaction of my body, mind, and soul thanking me. Then I go home, grab some ice water, plop down on a chair in the living room, sigh and breathe heavy so everyone in the house can hear me, cool down…and then Marlboro Man forces me against my will to go outside and play basketball with him and our boys. . . .

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