afternoon run through golden gate park to the beach. the tulips by the windmill are almost losing their pedals. not enough time to enjoy them. maybe it had something to do with the wind. it was whipping today. especially once clearing the trees toward ocean beach. nearly knocking over the few brave souls in the area, the wind made sand from the beach into contraband. like small darts, grains stung my exposed cheeks. couldn't take the normal run perpendicular to the beach, instead turning to flee as i covered my face and bowed my head. back into the shelter of the park, the run home was pleasant. 10 miles
p.s. - happy st. patrick's day
ipod: wtf (end of fred willard); fresh air (religion in american wars); wtf (jonathan winters)
goal status: 220/1,200 (miles logged/miles goal)
weight: 142
feeling... blown over
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