I meant to run on Sunday, I wanted to break the 10 mile barrier last week, but I accidentally got a little drunk at my celebratory El Cholo lunch, then I fell asleep on the couch and before I knew it, it was time to go pick up my new apartment keys and explore the new neighborhood. It's going to be an interesting place to live. There are some serious panaderia's on my strip and one market that intrigues me with the "Fruiteria" sign. Anyway, I didn't run. Boo.
Last night, because I didn't want to pack, or think about packing or clean or think about cleaning I went for a run. How about that for a new procrastination technique. I hope it sticks.
1/14/08 - 2 miles.
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