There was a dead - but intact - fly stuck to the front of my shoe after my short ride from the house today.
I'll be leaving those boards...but taking this new guy to Oregon tomorrow. 865 miles/13 hours 22 minutes - 818 of those on the INTERstate 5. Quack Quack.
You know you're out of shape when...you count a nine and a half minute run with the dog as a T-run.
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