I run on the roads and in the cemetery, not on a track, but I’m a good estimator.
A slow quarter, a nice walk. A slow quarter, a nice walk. A slow half, a nice walk. And not a twinge. Barring other disasters of old age, I should be ready to shuffle along with the B next week.
And for you old Woodbury-ites, I found two lacrosse balls while I was cutting across the field at Mitchell the other day. Lacrosse! I can’t get over it.
