I ran just under five miles this morning. I was slated to do 4.5, and changed the route a little while I was out. Ah, exciting times.
This mornings mental jukebox selection was of course (as you can tell by the subject line), ‘Folsom Prison Blues.’
But I have got to stop singing this bit around the house:
I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die
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The kids are taking notes… :o