5 miler yesterday, 5 miler today...left achilles hurts a wee bit. Yeah i sound like a fucking whiner but its my leg and it worries me that i will have to take a break from the running. Oh and 43:28 / 43:30 ...
hate it when these arguments and verbal exchanges happen. makes me question everything.
6 years to the day you went away,
wounds not open, but still hurts a little dull,
i look up the the skies, and see all that blue,
and know, its just traces of you.
~~~Miss ya dad! We will meet soon, I promise.~~~
3 years to the date since you passed. I still owe you that steak dinner at Arthur's steakhouse in morris plains for helping us move after the fire. You are missed bud!