The initial portion of the run was spent being surprised at how many runners I saw zipping around in my starting area. I normally only see one or two before I reach the river, but within my first few minutes, I counted at least four or five runners. A good portion of my thought went into coming up with haiku's, poems and song lyrics about how frustrated I am with UPS for shipping my bike back to the sending address two times now. I can understand the first error, but don't say you have it figured out, not even bother to ask me to confirm the address, and make the same mistake again. I could have rode the bike across the country in the time it has taken so far.
When I run faster, I think more about moving forward and less about everything else.
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