Just catching my breath. I'm getting old. As indicated in my profile, one of my interests is running or the similated act of. The weather has been absolutely gorgeous (~67 F). Just right to put a few miles on the ol' Pat and Charlies. Unfortunately I have neglected myself over the course of the past year. I would like to blame it on the fact my running amigo went off to Afghanistan and left me high and dry. But at the end of the day I can only blame Osama Bin Laden. We (not to include Osama) used to put in some serious miles before he went off to beat up on the bad guys. Though my running muse is back we are geographically separated. I think I've just run (not literally) out of excuses hence it is time to break the gravitational pull of my ass off this government seat and beat my feet. (Hey that kinda rhymes.) But I digress.....so with my trusty HP IPAQ a.k.a. a MP3 player in hand I went off to run some of the great trails around here (Georgetown Branch Trail and the Capital Crescent Trail). They're wooded, well maintained, and provide several different permutations to keep it interesting. So there I was half way to Walter Reed Army Hospital Annex when my IPAQ went T/U. Right in the middle of 50 Cent, "It's your birthday...something-something...it's your birthday." Hold the music, I thought I had charged my pocket brain. Scratching the exterior of my aforementioned organ, I was mystified and out of synch. A white boy with no rhythm or tunes, is there a God? Upon my return to the abode and closer inspection, I indeed plug the IPAQ in but failed to plug the power-cord into the outlet. Smart. Did mention I'm getting old?
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