My. Legs. Hurt.
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For my dad....
A non-runner's attempt to run 26.2 miles....at one time.
Run...Walk...Just Move!
Why am I doing this?
For my dad....
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February
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- Email from George the Coach
- February 29
- Let's Talk Tigers
- Team in Training
- Tunin' in to the Tigers
- Walk this way
- Desperado
- Miscellaneous Monday musings about motive
- It will all be OK
- My poor Tigers
- Trying to be smart not stubborn
- It's Friday night
- What time is it?
- Yes, it's some 'itis'
- Taking it slow
- Bring on the Vols
- You search -- They give
- Aloha and Ole'!
- The Bionic Woman
- Keep those cards and letters comin'!
- Owwww
- First sign of spring
- Heart attack
- Every train has a caboose
- Finally Friday!
- Who needs candy for Valentine's Day when they've g...
- I am a slug
- Every dog has his day
- It's Tuesday
- If the shoe fits, it's too small
- Miscellaneous Monday musings about motive
- The Game Plan
- 23-0
- Reverse Race
- It takes a village to train for a marathon
- Tight calf
- Silence is not golden
- Calm after the storm
- It's all about the accessories
- Rain is wet, but 63 degrees feel pretty darn good
- Two work-outs in one day
- Silly me
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