_{Morning run past Llamas
and horses and a million
dead worms in the road.}

I wonder why. The worms,
that is.

Mist. Dogs barking at me.
I meet P and someone training
with her; puffing up the
steep hill out of Eastsound.
I am gliding down easy into
town and coffee. Nice and easy
135 AVHR which I can sustain
for four hours now.

Everyone drives here. There
are no walkers and the only
runners are the endurance
crowd and road bikers. A
couple of triathletes and
one is me.

I wish more people would
run and walk and smile here.
But they are grumpy and fat
and constipated and watch
too much television which
makes me sad.

10K
00:55.32

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