Life is small, but grows. It sprouts from something small, trivial, in its own time. It grows, spreads roots, reaches for the sky and the sun. It does see rainy days and hot, dry days. It sees cold and storms, high winds, and darkness. Yet it continues to grow. Much like a marathoner. Yup, just about time, and this little buddy of mine is going to get me to the finish line.
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Shoes--Black Vibram Sprints
Distance--6.0 miles (GOOD run!)

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