Nobody panic, but there MIGHT be a demon-summoning cult on my running trail. Their fiendish rituals have become a fixture of my Sunday morning runs, a brief distraction around mile 3 for which I am thankful. Of course, that’s up until I get chased by a dragon or the Antichrist or something. No, no, I kid. (Probably.) I’m pretty sure I’ve...
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Strap in, everybody – to counter yesterday’s whine-fest, I’m now going to be overwhelmingly positive! In this particular case, I am both Ted AND Veronica. See this sticky note that lives on my work computer? This sticky note houses all the joy of the foreseeable future. The first two – the Tessy convention (5K recap here) and Outer Banks...
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