Karin and I were watching the Olympic ten thousand meter race this morning, and I couldn’t help but think — as the soon-to-be winners sprinted their way to the finish line, legs a blur of surreal strides — that until I get a little more advanced I should probably be using the word “jog” to describe my own involvement in the sport. Just saying. And if you are wondering how this qualifies as a “mobile” post, consider that I’m blogging from the deck under a cool morning breeze with a cup of steaming coffee. I should be using a laptop with WiFi, but this is geekier. Brad says: Mmmm… Blackberry Spam. |
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