Hi everybody:
This is it. Moment of direction. Friday evening is upon me. The so-called witching hour, and the urge to binge is still in my bones. The urge is deep down still. Nope. No way. NADA.
Got my running shorts, and shoes ON. By God, they are on, and I am gonna go until my lungs burst.
Pulse watch. CHECK.
Pedometer. CHECK
GPS. CHECK
Cell Phone. CHECK
MP3 Player. CHECK
.357 Magnum (for the wild dogs, and psychos if needed) CHECK
I'm out the door. Will catch you later!!
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